You think you know what a tease is. But you’ve never been teased by Me. From the moment I speak, your pulse shifts. Every glance, every word, every subtle pause pulls you deeper into the space between pleasure and denial. You start to move to My rhythm, one breath, one stroke, one heartbeat at a time, until it’s not your body anymore. It’s Mine. I draw you to the edge, then hold you there, trembling, needy, owned. The more I withhold, the more you worship. The more I smile, the weaker you get. This isn’t about frustration. It’s about conditioning, learning that the ache I give you is the highest form of pleasure you’ll ever feel. By the end, you’ll realize: the tease was never a game. It was a lesson. And you’ll crave it again… just to feel owned.
