You’re predictable, filthy and addicted to your own hand, and I’m going to use that against you. I’ll tease you until your body forgets how to resist, teasing you with every look and word until you’re shaking, desperate, and hanging on My instructions. This is a game and I always win.
I’ll give you a tight window to explode in My honor, and you’ll either prove you’re worth keeping or you’ll come apart on the floor. Can you hold back long enough to earn permission, or will you crumble into the pathetic mess you secretly want to be?