Gooner Mesmerize
Oh, My sweet, desperate gooner…. did you really think I’d forgotten you? No, darling. I’ve been planning this. Every breath you’ve taken since our last playtime has been a countdown, hasn’t it? You’ve been waiting for the moment I’d let you touch yourself again, just enough to remind you how powerless you are.
Stroke for Me now. Not because you deserve it, but because I allow it. Feel that pathetic cock twitch in your hand for Me, but don’t get comfortable. This isn’t mercy. This is strategy. This temporary pleasure is simply to condition your ruin.
When I finally snap that cage shut around you, you’ll spend every second after tracing the bars with your fingers, memorizing the weight of your own imprisonment. But for now? For now, I’m letting you pretend you have a choice. Edge yourself. Make it last. Because the longer you tease that worthless beta cock, the sweeter your surrender will taste when I finally take it away.