sends without hesitation, desperate for even a moment of my attention. He understands that nothing is promised, only earned. The more he proves his devotion, the more I allow him a carefully crafted taste of what he craves. I never give everything at once… only enough to keep him aching, imagining, needing. It turns me on watching a man willingly surrender, spoiling me just to feel chosen. His pleasure belongs to me, his desire, his release, all under my command. And when he’s proven himself completely, I reward him slowly… in the way that makes him beg to be allowed more. I decide when he breaks, and when he’s allowed to come back together