After hours with me, he’ll understand how to curb that instinct of eagerness. The begging, desperation, maybe even whines, they’ll fade. He’ll understand he’s not the one in control. I am. Here, I own him. His pleasure. His denial. The ebb and flow between. He’s mine. Let yourself melt into my control and I will guide you, let it happen.

After hours with me, he’ll understand how to curb that instinct of eagerness. The begging, desperation, maybe even whines, they’ll fade. He’ll understand he’s not the one in control. I am. Here, I own him. His pleasure. His denial. The ebb and flow between. He’s mine. Let yourself melt into my control and I will guide you, let it happen.