Don’t touch it until I say you can.

I know you’re already hard just from reading this. I know your hand is probably hovering, waiting for permission. That’s exactly how I want you… aching, obedient, and completely under my control.

Tonight your cock belongs to me.

I love the way men get quiet when I take over. The way their breathing changes when I tell them they can’t stroke yet. The little desperate sounds they make when I finally let them touch… but only the way I say.

Slow. Or fast. Or just the tip. Or not at all.

You’ll follow every instruction because deep down you don’t actually want to be in charge. You want someone sweet who still won’t let you come until she’s ready.

I’m going to make you edge for me. I’m going to bring you right to the edge and then softly tell you to stop. And you’re going to listen, even when it hurts, because you want to be good for me.

Ask me for permission before you touch it again.

I want to hear you say it. I want to hear how badly you need my voice telling you what to do with your own cock.

Some nights I let you come quickly. Other nights I keep you dripping and desperate for a long time, just because I can. The choice is mine. That’s the part that makes you throb the hardest… knowing I’m the one who decides.

So be honest with me. Do you want me to be gentle with your cock… or do you want me to be a little mean?