You’ll stroke for Me exactly how I say, edging until I give permission to cum. When I finally allow it, you’ll spill your entire load straight into a glass, squeezing every last bit out of your cock, not letting a drop escape the glass. No tissues, no hiding - just staring at the loser juice you’ve produced, knowing that’s all you’re worth isn't it. Then the real humiliation: drinking it. Every last drop. The taste of failure, swallowed down because I told you to, you probably enjoy it too don't you. You’re nothing but a cum-drinking beta toy, exactly where you belong.