Today’s the global cum day. I gave permission to everyone. Every whimpering loser, every dripping toy — they all got to release. Except you. You’re not invited. You’re mine. And because you’re mine, you stroke harder. Deeper. Slower. You ache longer. You suffer prettier. Because when I say “don’t cum”, you don’t even think about it. Welcome to your sacred denial. Your obedience turns me on more than any orgasm ever could. Stroke for me. Don’t cum.