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Hi… my weak little pervert. Are you ready to be a good boy for me? Start stroking for me—slow, controlled, exactly how I want. You’re so obsessed with me, with my body, with the way I look in this outfit, and you get weaker every second. You don’t get to finish until I say so. You only obey. You only serve. You only edge. Look at me. Look at my body. Feel how desperate you are, how badly you want to let go, and know that you can’t. You’ll keep stroking—harder, then slower, then harder again—exactly as I command. You love how much control I have over you. You love how helpless and addicted you are for me. I want you shaking. I want you throbbing. I want you craving my permission. You’ve waited so well… you’ve obeyed so perfectly… So maybe—just maybe—I’ll finally let you release for your goddess. Five… four… three… two… one… Release.