Stroke to My Disdain

Description: You thought stroking was about release? no. it’s about breaking.?i sit before you, middle finger raised, my eyes locked on yours with pure disgust. every motion of your hand is powered by my contempt. every breath you take tastes of rejection. this isn’t pleasure, it’s corrosion. i strip away your pride, layer by layer, until you understand: your arousal survives only under my disdain. you’ll stroke harder not because i praise you, but because i degrade you. because my scorn makes you weak, trembling, obedient. by the time i’m done, you’ll beg to earn even a fraction of kindness. but you won’t get it. you’ll get this finger, this glare, this ruthless reminder of your place, stroking to the truth that i own your cock, your mind, your ruin.