Kraliçenin fetiş baskısına itaat et

I dismissed you. You crawled away like the worm you are. Then you begged to return. Now part two begins. Look at me — fully clothed, regal — while you touch that sad little thing. So small. So barely worth my attention. Stroke exactly as I command. Feel how pathetic it is in your hand? You'll edge for me, right to the brink… then stop. Ache. Suffer. You don't deserve release. Beg louder. Tell me how tiny, how insignificant you are. Now faster. Pump it. Feel it throb. Edge again. Hold it. Don't you dare finish. Ten… nine… eight… throbbing uselessly? Seven… six… five… you're nothing. Four… three… two… beg me. One. Stop. Hands off. Let it ache. Your release belongs to me. When I allow it, you'll spill into your hand and thank your Queen.