You are not the kind of man who should be in control of his own pleasure. If you weren’t so broken, so beta, so pathetic, you might get to make your own decisions when it comes to your dick, but… you don’t. I do. And you’ll pump like My bitch when I allow it. When I say “hand on” and you see those beautiful words on the screen, you get to stroke. Lucky you. I know how badly you want to pump that thing, feel that pleasure rushing through your body. And when you do, you’ll know I’m the only reason you get to feel it. But when I say “hand off” and those cruel words pop up, it’s time to stop. I know, it’s hard… but you do as I say. That dick is Mine to indulge or deny, and you know I love to torment you. And in the same way I control your stroking, I control your cumming. You won’t get to cum until I decide to count you all the way down, from ten to one…
