You tell me it’s been weeks since you last came as though it will make a difference! Let’s get this item straight, my pet: Whether it’s been half an hour, or a year’s time, you have to ask my permission to cum. Don’t for a second think, “Empress Whitney wouldn’t mind if just this once I took matters into my own hands…” Your cock is in MY hands–always. And I’ll do with it what I please.

Just to drive the point home, I’m going to place my leather-gloved hand on your balls while you stroke for me. Your pain or pleasure is quite literally in my hands now, pet. I’ve got you by the balls! So you will stroke how I say, when I say, as hard and as fast as I say. But most importantly: You WILL NOT CUM until I tell you to. Is that understood, or do I have to give those balls a little warning squeeze?

Now you know I’m serious, don’t you, my pet? I may tell you to stroke excruciatingly slow, when all you want to do is tug yourself into a frenzy. I may tell you to pump away, firmly and quickly, knowing that it puts you in danger of going over the edge. But no matter what I tell you to do, you will do it. And you won’t cum without express permission.

If you ever want to cum again, you’ll do EXACTLY what I say. So let’s get started, my pet. Start stroking! And remember to ask, “May I cum?”

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