Makima's Cock Control
Sit down. Not because I'm asking, because I've decided your performance needs correcting, and I have a method that works better than any review you've had before.
You're mine to develop, understand, beta boy? Every subordinate under me gets exactly the training I decide they need, and yours starts here, with this cock, since that's apparently where all your focus actually lives anyway.
Out. Hand around it, slow, matching my voice, not your own instinct.
Every time you speed up without permission, that's a mistake, and I keep count of your mistakes.
Good. Slower... there. Edge for me. Right up to the line and hold, because self-control under pressure is exactly the skill you're missing at your desk, and I intend to install it directly.
Look at me while you do it, not away, not down, at me. Worship what's in front of you a little, it might actually improve your focus. My body, this composure, everything you wish you had a fraction of. Take it in. Let it motivate you.
Again. Edge, hold, breathe. You're improving already, I can see it, good, obedient, exactly the kind of employee I prefer to keep around.
Fine. You've earned your evaluation results: finish, now, exactly on my command, because a properly trained cock listens the same way a properly trained employee does.
Good. Same time tomorrow. Your training isn't finished, it's never really finished, not with me.