You’re already twitching, aren’t you? Just the sight of me in this shiny, dominant outfit has your cock throbbing, and I haven’t even touched you yet. Your hands, bound perfectly to your thighs… Exactly where I want them. No freedom. No control. Just me. You, at my mercy, is my favorite place to keep you. Tonight, I’m in a tormenting mood. I’m going to edge you over… and over… and over again. Different speeds, different grips, slow strokes to drive you insane, sudden fast edges just to see you squirm, see your cock swell, your tip twitch, your balls grow heavier and fuller. I’ll whisper in your ear while my hand keeps you dancing on the edge, And you’ll love it, won’t you, my desperate little toy? Because this is what you’re made for. This isn’t about your pleasure, it’s about my amusement. And when you think I might finally let you cum… I’ll tell you to beg. Beg like the aching, swollen, desperate slave thing you are. And then… I’ll ruin you. I’ll take you right to the edge, and just before you spill, I’ll press my thumb firmly over your hole. Tight. Unmoving. Your body is jerking… moaning… trying to cum… but denied the satisfaction. That release you thought was coming? No. You’ll feel it all build… and crash without any of the reward. Just frustration. Just mess. Just me… laughing as I hold you right there, helpless. Then I’ll lift my thumb and let your cum ooze out slowly… Ruined. Undone. Owned. You’ll ache for me all day. Because I didn’t just tease you… I broke you.