Let's play a little game, shall we? I want you to sit back, relax, and listen carefully. Picture yourself in the darkness, blindfolded. You can't see anything, but you can feel every breath you take, every beat of your pathetic little heart, every twitch in your sad excuse for a cock. I want you to feel the humiliation seeping into your bones, your soul, as I take control of your desires and needs."

"Your cock has always been a source of pathetic pride for you, hasn't it? Well, let's see what happens when I reduce it to just another plaything for my amusement. Feel it twitchin...

Let's play a little game, shall we? I want you to sit back, relax, and listen carefully. Picture yourself in the darkness, blindfolded. You can't see anything, but you can feel every breath you take, every beat of your pathetic little heart, every twitch in your sad excuse for a cock. I want you to feel the humiliation seeping into your bones, your soul, as I take control of your desires and needs."

"Your cock has always been a source of pathetic pride for you, hasn't it? Well, let's see what happens when I reduce it to just another plaything for my amusement. Feel it twitching with excitement as my words wrap around your mind, manipulating your desires, taking over your pathetic arousal. You are not in control anymore, you are at my mercy, and I find immense pleasure in playing with your so-called 'manhood'. Every beat of your heart, every pulse in your cock, every ounce of arousal is under my command."

"Can you feel the arousal building up in your body now? Your heart pounding in your chest, your cock stiffening in your hand, all at my command. It's almost pitiful how easily you submit, how quickly your body responds to my instructions. And the best part? You are going to keep on denying yourself the pleasure you so desperately crave. Every stroke, every tease, every touch is for my entertainment, not your satisfaction. You won't cum until I allow it, and knowing your pathetic existence, that might be a while. Oh, the pleasure of keeping you on the edge, building up your arousal until you're a quivering, begging mess... It's just delicious, isn't it?"