Just sit in your chair, exposed to Me, legs parted. Sit there with your hands on the arm rests, unbound yet forbidden to move. Hold yourself in that position and watch me play with myself mere inches from your face.
Here, I will steady you head with my hand, force you to keep your eyes at my waist as I grow harder. I own your body, but more important I own your will. You may look--must look--now that I am hard, but you may not touch, may not kiss, may not even breath on me.
Now that I can stand erect without the assistance of a hand, choose: look at my waist and know that I am hard merely to prove you cannot have me now OR look into my eyes and let them tell you with a simple glance that I can have you whenever I choose.
Yes, the eyes are easier, aren't they? My hand keeps your chin raised so I can step forward and touch your neck, but you may not break from my gentle grip, may not look down and taste me. You need to earn that privilege, slave.
Inspire me. Prove your worth--truly a neverending task--and perhaps you may have a taste.
No, keep your hand down. Grip the arm rests if you must, but do not lift your arms as I trace my hardness against your neck. This contact is for my pleasure. You are for my pleasure.
