Hey. You. I'm Lady Exaltia, and I have a metronome. Antique. Brass. A pendulum that swings at whatever speed I choose. And your hand is going to follow it. Every tick. Every tock. I set the tempo — you stroke. I speed it up — you speed up. I make it absurdly fast — you suffer. Then I stop it. Silence. One tick. Long pause. Tick. And that silence will break you worse than any speed. I tap the metronome against my thigh to change your rhythm. Your heartbeat syncs to my clock. Your hand syncs to my pendulum. Your cock syncs to my device. There's no resetting after this. Put your headphones on. Listen for the tick. And stroke when I say.
