It happens every day, a boy in the shower dreams of Mandy Marx, helplessly stroking... there I am, at the door, you imagine. Taking you to my dungeon, my breath on your neck? There I am. Strapping you in, making you beg. Walking in suddenly. You're so controlled. Oh god. So many straps. The chair, a nightmare. I won't let you cum, you want to cum but I won't let you. I tease, you cry out. I take off your cage, tease a blow job, my mouth so close. If only it were...

real.