You’re not here for kindness. You’re here for discipline. For control. For a voice that grabs your throat and tells you exactly what to do with that pathetic cock. And that’s what I give you, pet. I guide your hands like shackles tight and strict. I control your breath, your strokes, your pleasure. If you stroke too fast, I punish. If you hesitate, I mock. You’ll kneel while I humiliate your need, your weakness, your absolute dependence on my words. And when you’re desperate, aching I won’t give you mercy. I’ll give you a command: Stop. 😏🥵