You’re mine. Every pathetic little whimper you make, every moan, every time you beg to be allowed to touch yourself. Mine.
My needy, obedient little sub. Aren’t you?
So obedient, that if I tell you to touch yourself, you’ll do it. Won’t you?
That’s right. Wrap a hand around yourself and start to stroke.
Are you imagining me collaring you? Making you crawl on all fours after me as I tug on the leash?
Or maybe it’s me holding you down, squeezing your throat as I lie on top of you and remind you who’s in charge?
Faster now, honey.
Do you need me to tell you you’re a good boy? That’s what really makes your cock twitch, isn’t it?
Before you cum, you need to beg me for it. Ask me nicely, and I might even let you…