I caught you. Pathetic, desperate, stroking while watching your step-mother shower—mesmerized by the way I lather my wet, perfect body. You have no self-control, and that’s exactly why you need me to train you. From now on, you don’t get to touch yourself unless I allow it. I have a clicker, and you’ll learn to obey its commands. One click? You stroke. Two clicks? You stop immediately. No excuses. No hesitation.