You’re not allowed to touch yourself.You’re only allowed to ..
You’re not allowed to touch yourself.
You’re only allowed to watch me.
You sit there in the heat.
Sweating. Squirming. Desperate.
Watching as I stroke, slow and controlled—
knowing you can't do a thing about it.
You don't get to come.
You don’t even get to breathe differently unless I say so.
You're here to serve one purpose:
Obey. Watch. Ache.