Look at you, all tied up like the pathetic little slut you are, legs spread wide, completely exposed and at my mercy. As I slowly slip on these leather gloves, I can see the fear and excitement in your eyes—pathetic. You know what’s coming, don’t you? You can already feel how these gloves are going to wrap around your sad excuse for a cock, squeezing every last drop of control out of you. I’m going to milk those useless balls of yours dry, drain every drop of cum until you’re nothing but a spent, whimpering shell. But you won’t cum until I say so. You’re going to beg me—beg your Master to drain your cock. Then, when I finally decide you’ve earned it, I’ll give you a countdown, and you’ll shoot that pathetic load into my gloved hand, like the good boy you are.