What do you think? DOES it turn me on?
Or maybe it turns me on more thinking of you all locked up in that belt, day in, day out, aching to cum, but never able? Under my thumb, my control?
Maybe what turns me on standing over you as you injure and humiliate yourself making you eat me to orgasm after orgasm as you deny yourself the same. Maybe what turns me on is you teasing yourself to the edge again and again until you're begging and crying for release, but never cumming unless I say so, because I have power over you.
Maybe what turns me on is that my beauty and my temperament mean you can never say no to me, because you might lose something you want so, so badly. Maybe what turns me on is that just by telling you to, I can make you drip a useless, unsatisfactory puddle onto the ground knowing full well it's one of only twelve times you'll have any sort of release this year.
Oh, yes, I think that's what turns me on. Doesn't it turn YOU on?