I love watching you get weak beneath my tease. I’ll edge you, toy with you, deny you until your words turn to begging and your body betrays you with desperate gasps. I know exactly which touches make you crumble, and I’ll use each one to prove how powerless you really are.
You’ll want to bargain, to plead, to buy your permission back, and that’s perfect. Tribute earns you mercy, desperation earns you a smile. Stay obedient, stay hungry, and maybe I’ll let you feel a fraction of the control I revel in.