It’s very simple: you don’t touch yourself unless I give you permission. I don’t care if the teasing is unbearable. That’s the point. You exist to obey. You are my toy, and I enjoy breaking your focus, inch by inch. This shiny latex catsuit already has you weak — the sound, the smell, the shine. Your body reacts before your brain does. You will follow my jerk-off instructions exactly as I say. No shortcuts. No mercy. I decide when the countdown starts. And if you lose control before I allow it, you’ll learn what punishment really means.