You're utterly trapped, mindless, and incapable of making any choices, aren't you? Just a puppet on my strings. Mirror me, stroke with me, follow my every command, and show me just how deeply under my control you really are. Keep pumping and pumping, lost in the void of your own submission. It feels good, doesn't it? To be completely lost and locked in, obediently stroking because I told you to. That’s why I love watching you stroke for me. I revel in the bliss you feel under my thumb. Sometimes, I’ll make you stroke slowly, dragging out your desperation, and other times I’ll have you speed...

You're utterly trapped, mindless, and incapable of making any choices, aren't you? Just a puppet on my strings. Mirror me, stroke with me, follow my every command, and show me just how deeply under my control you really are. Keep pumping and pumping, lost in the void of your own submission. It feels good, doesn't it? To be completely lost and locked in, obediently stroking because I told you to. That’s why I love watching you stroke for me. I revel in the bliss you feel under my thumb. Sometimes, I’ll make you stroke slowly, dragging out your desperation, and other times I’ll have you speed up, pushing you to the brink of madness. There are so many delightful ways to manipulate your weakness. Most men wander aimlessly with their frailties, but not you. You're special, aren't you? A perfectly weak boy who has brought his fragility exactly where it needs to be—under my control. You're stuck, endlessly gooning, with no other purpose but to obey my commands. This is your life now, forever under my control. And you love it, don't you? I know how good it feels for submissive boys like you to be so tightly controlled.