My latex, my voice, my eyes - they tie you in an aching knot.  When you watch me, I know you obsessively try to absorb every single detail.  You're never going to inhale the scent of my latex, or my perfume.  My gloved hands are never going to slide up and down the length of your cock.  Deep down, you know this.  You accept it.  Denied of me but in spite of yourself, you can't help but want more.   Attentively following my instructions and playing my little games is as close as you'll ever get to me, and it makes you throb all the harder.