Nothing but my legs. That’s all you see… and it’s already too much for a submissive like you. No face. No breasts. No feet. Just the flawless lines of my legs — crossed, extended, commanding. And you, below, stroking slowly, ready to learn. This isn’t just a JOI. It’s a ritual. I guide you, stroke by stroke, into a sensual transformation where every movement of your hand brings you closer to becoming what you truly crave to be: a better worshipper. A good boy. You’re not here to cum — not immediately. You’re here to improve. To prove. To earn me. I sculpt your frustration. I refine your arousal. And if you obey perfectly, if you devote yourself completely, then… maybe. Just maybe. I’ll grant you the ultimate reward: not just release, but redemption. Controlled. Deserved. Given by Me. Because this is how worship begins… with nothing but my legs.
