What do you think the price of being born with a dick is? There’s a cum tax for every orgasm. There’s a fee for every hard on. The pleasure you feel is derived from financial sacrifice because you always have to pay to stroke. Stroking for me isn’t free. I can touch myself freely all day long and you can only stroke yourself at a cost. It’s expensive owning a dick. Go tribute me with a pre-cum tax and then watch me tease the fuck out of you before ultimately denying you.

How many hours have you been edging yourself, gooning over me, mind fucking yourself. You don’t even know, you’re lost in yourself and lost in the desire.

Stupid and eager, ready to cum at the snap of my fingers. No countdown, nothing. So worked it that a snap is all it takes to explode.

I plant my seed and I watch it grown with each stroke. Keep going, tugging, gooning, going going going, dripping and throbbing for me. You don’t want to stop. You are my gooning bitch for as long as I command it.

A pathetic bitch. Here when I want you and put of my mind when I’ve got better things to do. I will always own you. I will always control you. And seeing your hard on grow before my degrading and humiliating words is only further confirmation that you are MINE.

You throb when you think about you. Groveling and begging to be owned by me. The bitch is at my mercy and I love it.

I make you beg, weak and on your knees. I love flaunting my big tits. Stroke with me as I grab my shiny tits and jerk up and down. Beg for your orgasm, tit bitch.

Do you realize how mind numbingly easy boys are to control?

You make it so stupid easy for me. You goon and you drool. You can’t help yourself. So pathetic. You’re mind fucking your own self to me. Keep edging, keep stroking. Always chasing my sweet release.