You’re so desperate, so close, but you know you’ll never cum. Not without my permission—and we both know that’s never coming. You’re nothing but a zombie now, trapped in an endless loop of edging and denial, addicted to the frustration and helpless to break free. Every stroke is another reminder of how completely I own you, how deeply I’ve reprogrammed you to crave this torment. You’ll stay on the edge, jerking and moaning like the weak, pathetic jerkaholic you’ve become, knowing that release is always out of reach. You’re mine now, forever.