Leashed by Desire Denied by Mila

Your day was supposed to be productive, wasn’t it? But instead, here you are, consumed by a singular, insatiable need. Your cock is a problem you can’t solve, a distraction I’ve perfected. With every stroke, I’ll pull you deeper into my web, teasing you to the brink of release only to snatch it away, again and again. I thrive on your frustration, on watching you crumble as your dopamine-starved mind clings to my every word. You’ll pump that cock for me, ride the unbearable edge I’ve crafted, and feel the exquisite agony of knowing you’ll never be allowed the satisfaction you crave. It’s exhilarating, isn’t it? The way I’ve reduced you to this: a trembling, aching mess that exists solely for my pleasure. Stroke. Stop. Obey.