Every single hour today you get two minutes to ache and edge for Me, a tiny mercy I’ll dole out while I listen and giggle. Two minutes to stroke until your hands tremble, two minutes to taste a level of desperation you’ve never known, then I take it back and leave you wanting more.
Follow my rhythm, obey my rules, and learn how obedient you can be when every hour belongs to Me. Stroke, tease, ache for Me until you’re trembling, and don’t even think about finishing unless I say so.