Edge and Beg for Mercy

You're right where I want you: on your knees, naked, vulnerable. Grasping at your cock. I'll let you cum--but first, you're going to edge for me. Edge until I have you begging for the mercy of that sweet, sweet release.

Tonight, you're allowed to sit in the corner and watch. I want you to feel the burn of jealousy while your cock strains in pathetic frustration. You'll never be him. You'll only ever be...you. Alone, unfucked. Begging for permission to merely touch yourself.

God, you're just so easy to manipulate. You're going to jerk it for me like you've got something to prove. Once you've impressed me, watch my delicate fingers lock this cage around your cock.

More and more women are coming to the realization that men are tiresome, redundant, and offer little to no value. What you offer is, at best, annoying. Women and women like me relish the absence of men in our lives. And you? You've been sexless for years and the chances of you getting laid again are zero. This leaves you with nothing but doing what you do best: jerking off and slurping up your cum.

You can't get enough of my cruelty. No matter how painful you crave more. So here you are. Craving to be reminded of your place.

There's nothing more pathetic than a man labeling himself as an alpha male. Men cannot award themselves any kinds of honorifics or titles without the express consent of a woman. Simply labeling himself as such is something only beta males do. It's peak beta male loser behavior.
Only women choose which men are alpha men and which men are beta men. That choice is and has always been up to women.
Only women decide which men are alphas. And only women decide when an alpha is no longer alpha and demoted to subhuman beta.

Nothing excites me more than watching you lick yourself clean after stroking and pumping for me.

We need to talk. I know it's our honey moon and you're expecting your happy ever after with a new dancing bubbly wife, but you should know that I know your secret. I know what you are. And I've known since the first night we met. The future as husband and wife you expected is not how things will be. I know what you are, that little secret you thought you'd kept hidden so well. What will I do with that information? What if I choose to use it against you? Use you? What if I do something even worse?

Show Me how badly you want to cum for Me. I know I make you horny, I know how badly you need to jerk off and cum. Hurry up, time's a tickin'. You have 60 seconds to cum before time runs out.

A whole lifetime of being denied by hot sexy women has programmed you to edge edge edge to them. The path of least resistance is to work with your natural programming. It's the most satisfying, and the most natural course. But then again, it's not like you actually have a choice, is it.

To be clear, I arranged this discussion with you because I'm tired of being a wife. It's just not for me. I'm better suited for more important things. I gave it a try but the role is simply not for me. What does this mean for you? I'm so glad you asked: you're the housewife now. And more than that, you're the house bitch too. That makes me the husband in this dynamic. Listen closely, dear. From now on I'll be using you and your body for my own pleasure and gratification. Your needs and pleasure are of no importance to me. What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine. You're a toy. A tool. Nothing more.

I always say: control the cock, control the man. You're too stupefied in your arousal to register the threat I deliberately pose.
I don't even have to sugarcoat it: I'm using you. I'm manipulating you. I'm using your erection against you. When sober the thought of losing control is terrifying but right now you're ****. And it feels sublime.
This clip contains binaural beats, subliminal suggestions, and effects to induce...extreme open-mindedness.