Stroke by Stroke: Adding to Your Debt

Description: Oh, back again, are we? always chasing that next high, always wanting, but never quite achieving without my say-so. you see, every quiver, every gasp of pleasure, it's all under my control. the very essence of your release is nestled snugly in the palm of my hand. isn't that a deliciously tormenting thought? in this game, i hold all the cards. every twitch, every pulse, every desperate whimper—it’s all music to my ears. and, sweetie, admission to this concert? well, it isn't free. each tantalizing moment i stretch out just a bit longer, adds a little more to your tab. the power i wield over your every sensation, every climax, thrills you. and that thrill? well, that's another fee altogether. let's play a little, shall we? touch yourself. every stroke, every squeeze, every shiver of anticipation, is another dollar added to your growing bill. but hold it right there. just when you think you're about to tip over the edge, stop. because i said so. every second of agony, of wanting, of being so close but so far, it's all on my terms. and it all comes with its price. maybe i'll let you finish. maybe i won't. isn't the uncertainty thrilling? each heartbeat, each ragged breath, each plea for release just proves how deep my control runs. and the deeper it goes, the higher your debt climbs.