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I love the chance to tease someone. When he lets me say exactly what to do, waits on my every word for instructions. I love hearing his ragged breathing as he begs for just one more stroke, one more chance to touch his engorged member.

“No,” I say, “Not yet. I just want you to listen for now.”

He listens to the sounds of me as I stroke my wet pussy. Describing for him in excruciating detail how I am moving my fingers over my wetness, teasing my clit. I remind him frequently that his hands shouldn’t be on his cock right now. Then I relent a bit and give him what he wants.

“Alright, stroke your cock for a moment, but you must stop when I’m done counting to 10.”

He yearns to reach his release before I say 10 but misses it just at the cusp. I hear the disappointment echo in his exhale. I have him frustrated and weak. My pussy drips thinking about the control I am exercising.

I coo in his ear and tell him that I’m about to slide a nice thick toy into my pussy. I let him listen to me fuck myself. As I come, I allow him to touch himself but only with his fingertips. I can almost hear him trying to figure out how he might be able to make himself come with that sort of stimulation.

The play goes on. More 10 second count downs. More near misses. More yearning and begging as I get more turned on by my power.

I bet you’re wondering now if I ever let the poor man come. I guess you’ll have to keep waiting. After all, we’ve established that I’m a tease.