Day 31 - Consider A Moment
Oh, but you're not a woman, are you? There's no warm, enveloping folds of skin between your legs, just a hard cock crying tears of frustration. It's not so much a device of pleasure as it is a device of want, a chain that binds you to me with unbelievable desire. You don't get to lie back and bring yourself to ecstasy whenever you want. You get to kneel down and beg for the chance to spurt off that goo so that ecstasy can at last be free of you.
You're the weakest sex - A submissive, adoring slave. And when you look at this beautiful pussy you know only one thing about it:
That it is off limits to you. Forever.
Why don't you stroke yourself to the edge again while you think of something a little more realistic. Look at this pretty pussy and let yourself be drawn into its warmth. Think of how good it would be to just be allowed to lick it to an orgasm. Think of how much it would arouse you to be beneath me, giving me pleasure, expecting none in return.
That's it. All the way to the edge.