I gain strength from your worship, pet. My Power grows with each stroke, with each thought of desire for My Loveliness that crosses your mind.
And, don't try to hide those desires from Me. I can see them. I can hear them. A pet's desire, as it grows, as the need - the sometimes desperate need - to express that desire with ejaculate grows, it becomes a hymn of praise to Me.
I am fed by that desire. By that praise.
Show Me that you love Me, pet. Bring yourself to the edge as quickly as possible.