You’re happy to leave the house. You hate staying with that boring bitch. You never wanted her. You just got married because everyone does.
Now you’re stuck, staring at me from the office, wishing you could worship me every day instead of going home to that ugly slut.
Today you’re not allowed to stroke. No instructions until you leave her. I’m not sharing. If you want me, you’re only mine.
You want to touch yourself so bad, but you stay denied. Keep looking. Keep craving. Leave that loser life if you want to serve your goddess properly.
Stroke for one second. Now stop. That’s all you get. You’re not released.
