Edging makes you weak. Your mind becomes trapped in a haze of pleasure and frustration, each edge bringing you closer to complete surrender to potent submissive bliss in a stroke-induced subspace. The power of my voice, my commands to resist, keeps you on the brink, unable to think of anything else besides pleasing me. How does it feel to be so utterly consumed by these sensations and lost in lust for me? 😈💦