You told yourself you'd stop. That last time really was the last time… right? But here you are again—rock hard, full of guilt, full of need—and stroking for me. While she sleeps in your bed, you sneak off to stroke to my voice. The thrill of cheating, the risk, the shame—it only makes you harder. You love it. You crave it. And you can't stop. This isn’t about lust anymore. It’s about obsession. It’s about how easily I took control of your cock, your loyalty, your fucking soul. While she waits for a text back, I drain every drop from your body. Say it out loud for me, lover: “I love to cheat with you, Mistress.” Because you do. You’re mine now. And you’ll never be satisfied with anyone else again. So go ahead. Stroke. Slowly. Quietly. Guiltily. Because when you’re done... I'll still be right here. Ready to ruin you again.