Consider your hand to be a puppet on My strings. Stroking yourself up, down, up, down. I have complete ownership over that thing between your legs. I decide whether or not pleasure is allowed. I dictate when you stroke, when and if you cum. I have more control over your dick than you do. How hot is that? That I can so effortlessly make it hard as a rock. I’m the cause of it getting hard. I’m the cause of its aching. I’m the reason it leaks in frustration. See the pattern here? That’s my cock. It doesn’t belong to you. Your mind belongs to Me. Your dick belongs to Me. This leaves you completely powerless; the way I like you best.
