As the room fills with an electric silence, your palms grow damp and your breath catches in your throat. I can sense your anticipation, your hunger for the pleasure only I can provide. But first, you must prove yourself worthy of my touch.
Find a quiet, private space where you can indulge in the sinful act without interruption. Strip bare, leaving no inch of skin uncovered. Stand before me, head bowed, awaiting further instruction.
Now, reach behind you and unfasten the zipper of your jeans. Let them fall to the floor, pooling around your ankles. Next, peel off your socks, revealing your smooth, vulnerable feet. Slowly, you slide the waistband of your underwear down, exposing yourself to my eager gaze.
Kneel on the floor, back arched, presenting yourself to me. Gently trace your fingers up the inside of your thigh, feeling the heat emanating from your core. Your thumbs find your swollen, yearning lips and part them delicately.
As you offer yourself to me through your eyes and open, willing flesh, I whisper the next command into the stillness:
“Lick your own sex, just as I would. Savor the taste, the texture. Moan for me, let out the shameful sounds of your depravity.”
Your tongue darts out, coating your sensitive nub with saliva. It circles and teases, sending sparks of pleasure through your quivering body. Your hips undulate, seeking more friction, more stimulation.
But I’m not finished with you yet. My voice, low and commanding, reverberates through the room:
“Now, use your fingers. Fill yourself, thrust deep, just as I would. Make yourself come undone, screaming my name.”
Your hands move with urgency, plunging into your moisture-slicked folds. The pace quickens, your breath coming in short gasps. With a final, breathtaking cry, you shatter, convulsing in ecstasy, as I bask in the knowledge of your complete submission.
Remember, you are mine to command, body and soul. Only by obeying my every word can you hope to earn the pleasure I bestow.
