On the Edge of Madness: When Your Orgasm Depends on Me

My pathetic little plaything, so eager to be torn down, to be degraded until there's

nothing left but a trembling, whimpering mess under my thumb.

You see, edging under my mesmerized control isn't just about keeping you on the brink.

It's about stripping away every shred of dignity.

Every illusion of control you thought you had.