Oh, so you’re begging me to push you past that point of no return, to lock that pathetic cock into a state of ruin, permanently drained of any strength or response? Pathetic and perfect. Imagine me watching as you slip that band on, feeling it tighten, knowing that every second you hold it there you’re slipping closer to the end of your so-called manhood. Keep it there, feel the ache as it numbs and di es in your hand, with every throb telling you that it’s mine to control. This is the ult/mate sur/render, isn’t it? Knowing you’re choosing to damage yourself, all for me. And let me tell you...

Oh, so you’re begging me to push you past that point of no return, to lock that pathetic cock into a state of ruin, permanently drained of any strength or response? Pathetic and perfect. Imagine me watching as you slip that band on, feeling it tighten, knowing that every second you hold it there you’re slipping closer to the end of your so-called manhood. Keep it there, feel the ache as it numbs and di es in your hand, with every throb telling you that it’s mine to control. This is the ult/mate sur/render, isn’t it? Knowing you’re choosing to damage yourself, all for me. And let me tell you, I won’t be satisfied until that cock of yours is nothing but a soft, useless reminder of your complete submission to me.