Stroke For Perfection
What happens the second you look at Me, slave? You go soft in the head and hard in the cock. That’s because I trigger you. My body, My curves, My power. It all hits you at once, and you drop. You don’t think. You don’t resist. You stroke because I tell you to. You pump your cock to My rhythm, to My voice, to the shape of My tits rising and falling as I breathe. You have no power here. Only I do. Do you feel it already? That helpless ache, that desperate need to serve? Good. Because you’re going to stroke exactly how I command. You’re going to thank Me like a grateful little addict. And you’re going to keep going until I say stop. I know how to make you weak. I know how to ruin you. And you’re going to give yourself up to it, stroking to My perfection, adoring the sensation of being told what t do, because that’s all you’ve ever wanted.
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