You've lost your stroke privileges. You don't get to sit there with your cock in your hands, pumping like a man. Because it's not a cock, and you're not a man.

Instead, you get to rub.

Rubbing that pathetic little thing through your pants like a weak little sissy, barely able to contain yourself. You’ll follow My every word, edging and teasing yourself right to the edge, only to end in a ruin.

And when you’re left sticky and humiliated, you’ll clean up every last drop, just like I say.

No satisfaction, just pure, delicious humiliation—and you’ll take ever...

You've lost your stroke privileges. You don't get to sit there with your cock in your hands, pumping like a man. Because it's not a cock, and you're not a man.

Instead, you get to rub.

Rubbing that pathetic little thing through your pants like a weak little sissy, barely able to contain yourself. You’ll follow My every word, edging and teasing yourself right to the edge, only to end in a ruin.

And when you’re left sticky and humiliated, you’ll clean up every last drop, just like I say.

No satisfaction, just pure, delicious humiliation—and you’ll take every second of it. Go on, prove how low you’ll go for Me, bitch.