I really want to prove My point in a way that leaves you in no doubt; you’re a weak little bitch for Me. I don’t give a fuck if you’re submissive or not, your cock is obsessed with Me and that means you’re enslaved to Me. Strip and kneel as I drive you crazy with lust. My pussy nearly slipping out of My silky french knickers as I tease you. You cannot stroke yet… hold your cock, notice how your horny pathetic need grows. As I silently flaunt My perfect body you’re DESPERATE to hear Me speak, to OBEY My words. I control you with a simple glance. Holding the base of your cock I order you to place the top of your finger at the end of your dripping dick. Stay like this. Kneeling. So connected to your dick and the pleasure and yet forbidden to enjoy it. THIS denial I gift you, the exquisite frustration makes Me so fucking horny. Your suffering is always My Pleasure. Ordered to swirl your finger around the tip, endlessly, no stopping, no stroking…not until I’ve really proven My point…Before Me you will always be a horny desperate bitch, scrabbling in the dirt at My feet begging for scraps. I stroke My pussy you torment your tip. Finally I give you the choice; stroke and cum for Me or forgo the fleeting pleasure of orgasm for the DEEPER abiding BLISS of sexual frustration for your Goddess. What’s it to be, slave… Hahaha! Like I’d give you the choice! Your suffering is ALWAYS My pleasure. And you’d have it no other way.
