Look at you, you pathetic little slave, jerking that worthless cock for me, knowing damn well how this is going to end—ruined, just like you. You think you deserve a real orgasm? No, all you're good for now is leaking like a broken faucet, never getting the release you crave. That’s what you’ve become—my ruined addict. I’ve trained you to stop right at the brink, to feel that humiliation every time as your hands pull away and your cock pulses, empty and useless, as your cum dribbles out in a pathetic mess. You’re so addicted to this now, to the frustration, to the control I have over your b...

Look at you, you pathetic little slave, jerking that worthless cock for me, knowing damn well how this is going to end—ruined, just like you. You think you deserve a real orgasm? No, all you're good for now is leaking like a broken faucet, never getting the release you crave. That’s what you’ve become—my ruined addict. I’ve trained you to stop right at the brink, to feel that humiliation every time as your hands pull away and your cock pulses, empty and useless, as your cum dribbles out in a pathetic mess. You’re so addicted to this now, to the frustration, to the control I have over your body, that you don’t even want a real orgasm anymore. You need me to keep you on the edge, to ruin every last drop of pleasure you have. You’re mine, nothing more than my broken little toy, addicted to the destruction of your own orgasm. And you’ll thank me for it every time.