You’ll kneel in the loser position like the obedient little bitch you are, following the ticking metronome as I time every stroke. You’ll edge and edge, holding back like the desperate worm you’ve become, until the inevitable happens—your pathetic cock explodes, and your own cum splatters across your face in a humiliating display of failure. But we’re not done. No, my pet, you’ll keep going, pushing past the shame, stroking again to the rhythm until you give me one final, humiliating facial. And when you lose completely, you’ll take a photo of your filthy, cum-streaked face, send it to me, ...

You’ll kneel in the loser position like the obedient little bitch you are, following the ticking metronome as I time every stroke. You’ll edge and edge, holding back like the desperate worm you’ve become, until the inevitable happens—your pathetic cock explodes, and your own cum splatters across your face in a humiliating display of failure. But we’re not done. No, my pet, you’ll keep going, pushing past the shame, stroking again to the rhythm until you give me one final, humiliating facial. And when you lose completely, you’ll take a photo of your filthy, cum-streaked face, send it to me, and beg to be my blackmailed, cum-eating slave, forever trapped in the spiral of your own humiliation.