I’m popping in to see how you’re doing. Your roommate is concerned that you’re not dating anyone and he thinks you must still be in love with me. With a little probing, I find out it goes deeper than that. You’re too scared to date anyone because of your premature ejaculation, but it wasn’t always like that. At the start of our relationship, you had decent stamina but, somehow, by the time we split up, you could barely last 2 minutes. It must have become a permanent affliction. I slyly admit to the challenge I’d set myself to train you unwittingly in becoming a premature ejaculator. It looks like my training was highly effective. I wanted you to feel so guilty and humiliated about cumming so quickly that you’d just rub my feet instead. Now you’ll never be able to fuck like a normal man again because you’re so hung up on me and what I did you! I’m gonna throw you a deal to improve your hopelessly ruined sex life. And to prove the control that I still hold over you, I’m gonna make you cum in your pants right now, just by moaning, because that’s the trigger that I set for you, and you’ll see that you have no choice but to come back to me as my slave.
