They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. But the way to a man's mind/wallet is through his dick. By controlling your orgasms I control you, denying you makes you pliant and desperate to please, in the hopes of being allowed to cum in the future. I love the desperation in your face when I make you jerk, when I tease you. I think you know deep down that you aren't going to be permitted to cum today, that your balls will be aching and blue in no time. Still that glimmer of hope remains. I don't know why. I thought you knew me better than that.
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