I'm going to test yourself control, pet. I am going to put your will-power to the test! You know your cock isn't yours anymore. It belongs to Me now - along with your soul, your heart, your wallet. Now, you're My toy. And I control every facet of your pathetic loser life! Especially your sex life. Or lack thereof. You're not allowed to touch yourself without My say so. You're not allowed to cum without My permission. It pleases Me to watch you suffer for My amusement, listening to every pathetic whimper, your beautiful begging. You're NOT allowed to touch yourself today. You're not allowed to stroke and you're certainly not allowed to cum. No matter how much you want to. I know it's hard to resist, especially with My hands running over My body. Especially when I laugh at your desire, tugging down the neckline of My dress to reveal the tempting depths of My cleavage. It's hard to resist when I run fingers over My thighs, showing off My beautiful panties, teasing you with My luscious booty. I flaunt My perfection in front of you in the most sensual display. Can you resist touching yourself? Can you control your weak, selfish desires? Or will you stand strong, trembling, embracing the life of denial a loser like you deserves?