Hello, my sissy. You know what time it is, don't you, Sissy. It's time to serve and pleasure me. First things first, you need to get ready. Grab that sharpie and write my name across your chest, big and bold. I want to see Luna cross Dream staring back at you every time you look down. And don't cap that marker just yet. We'll be needing it again. Now, let's get those legs brushing. Use that sharpie to draw a line from your thigh
to your balls. Tap those little testicles gently, feeling the sting. If your cock gets in the way, slap it too. It's not like it's doing anything useful. Right when I clap my hands, you slap your balls. Follow the rhythm, sissy, slap slab slab. Feel the pain, Embrace it, cry if you need to. It's just you and me here. And when I say squeeze, you better grip those balls and tug pull them down. Feel the ache. It's just a taste of the torture you're in for. Now, let's get creative.
I want you to spit on your cock, not too much, just enough to make it slick. You're going to stroke yourself, but only when I say so, and you better not come until I give you permission. We're sinking up here, sissy. When I move, you move. When I tease, you tease yourself. Imagine my hand sliding down your shaft, teasing the tip. Follow my movements, sissy, Slow and steady, then faster. Fuck yourself with your own hand. Work that tip up and down all the way to the base. Don't you dare
come until I say so? Spit on it again, slap it. Feel the sting, the humiliation. Beat that meat, sissy with seeing my tits help you? They should. They're perfect, just like me and you. You're just a little baby carrot, aren't you pathetic? Now? Imagine this, seeing a beautiful girl like me unable to suck your cock, begging for just a taste, the tip of my tongue on your tip. How does that feel, sissy? Torture right, that's what you are,
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