A reminder - because it can never be too deeply ingrained in your little head. You love edging for me, stroking me, being wrapped up in my voice and under the spell of my latex.

You freely let me take charge of your pleasure, and with each squeak of my latex, each intonation and moan I make as I count down your orgasm, you yield more to me.

You're mine. And you love being mine. And you love it when I control your pleasure. In this instance, when I give it freely and intensely, and also equally in part the other times when I deny you, tease you, train you, use your pleasure... Show more