I am the reason you’re hard, the reason you’re throbbing, and the reason you’re not allowed to do a damn thing about it. Look at yourself—pathetic, desperate, a slave to your cock and my voice. You thought you had control, didn’t you? But now your hands are shaking, your body aching, your cock dripping with need, and still, you wait for my command like the obedient little toy you are. You don’t get to decide when, or if, you cum. That’s mine now—your pleasure, your release, your entire pathetic existence revolves around me. I’ll take you right to the edge, again and again, until your balls ...

I am the reason you’re hard, the reason you’re throbbing, and the reason you’re not allowed to do a damn thing about it. Look at yourself—pathetic, desperate, a slave to your cock and my voice. You thought you had control, didn’t you? But now your hands are shaking, your body aching, your cock dripping with need, and still, you wait for my command like the obedient little toy you are. You don’t get to decide when, or if, you cum. That’s mine now—your pleasure, your release, your entire pathetic existence revolves around me. I’ll take you right to the edge, again and again, until your balls are heavy, your body begging, and your mind broken.