You’ve been so patient, haven’t you?
Sitting there, listening to my voice like a good boy.

I know how badly you want to touch yourself.
But you won’t—
Not unless I say so.

You’re aching, aren’t you?
Just from hearing me say your name…

Mmm.
That’s adorable.

You don’t need much at all.
Just a whisper… a little praise…
Maybe the sound of my breath, right here in your ear.

There. That’s enough to make you twitch, isn’t it?
Poor thing.

I could let you touch yourself right now.
I could tell you to stroke it slow,
to imagine my fingers guiding yours.

But I won’t.

Because the way you whimper when you’re denied?
The way your whole body begs?
That’s the part I love the most.

You want to be good for me.
And being good means waiting.

So stay still.
Hands off.
Eyes closed.
And listen to me until I say you're allowed to come.

I promise…
It’ll feel so much better when you’ve earned it.