Sir, I’ve Been Edging for Hours

I’m not allowed to cum without permission. I’ve been edging for hours, tears on my cheeks, whispering “please, Sir” to an empty room. I need you to take that control away from me completely. Tie me down, tease my clit until I’m screaming, then laugh when I cry because I still can’t cum. Call me pathetic. Call me a greedy little whore. Then fuck my ass raw while I apologize for being so needy. Own every orgasm, every tear, every hole. I’m yours to torment. Dial me, Master—I’m desperate.