You love being coerced to sit back and stare at me, coerced to follow my fingers as they stroke my body. You love feeling that pressure against your cock, locked up under my control. The constant reminder that you’re mine. You don’t even want to unlock it, to stroke it. You want to suffer for me. You want to sacrifice for me. You crave my frustration.
You’d rather feel my ass sitting on top of your locked up cock, painfully beautiful, than to stroke your cock into orgasm. My tease and my pain is the pleasure. Your sacrifice and your submission to me is the pleasure. I am the pleasure. And your frustrating, agonizing, throbbing pain is my pleasure.