You will try, be allowed, and the closer you get the more you to fail, hapless victim of my mind trap. Your mouth drops, you try for sound but exude only stifled guttural desperation. And again. You will try for climax and fail, the more you try the more your own longing proves a blockade. I prey on your desire to be teased. Smiling the while. Blithe sadism. Brilliant construct. Why did you let me lock your dick?

The *click* trigger used in my paralysis series etc. is used as a supplement (not required).