I'll tell you one of the things I love the most: reducing every second of your existence to a throbbing mess, constantly aching, squirming, with a hard cock, at my feet. You know that every twitch of your caged penis only fuels my power and desire to enslave you.. oh my, then that's going to become your eternity, lol. It can't be so bad, can it? Now it's your turn to tell me what you love the most. Except, I already know. The very reason you're here is because you can't get enough of my control, isn't it? I'm sure you'll be able to feel my full ownership over you when I press my heel on your poor, locked cock, making it pulse uncontrollably at just the sight of me, teasing a desperate you. How delicious. You get so hard for nothing but denial. You love being reminded that you'll never be worthy of me. There's no need to free your cock and stroke it. That's not what you truly want.. you'll beg to stay at my mercy