Look at you, slave, shaking on your knees, your mind already cracking from 40 days in this cage, your cock starved for my touch. you are nothing without me, and i am going to prove it. i have encouraged the scent under your nose, watching your pupils dilate as the tide comes in, your body surrendering to my control. my hand wraps around your cock, stroking slowly, then quickly, bringing you to the edge seven times - each time teasing, each time crushing, your hopes dashed as i stop just before you spill. seven edges, seven dashed hopes. now you will drink your cum and my spit - lick it from my cunt like a loser's coktail, each sip breaking your mind further until you are mine alone.