Kneel before her, your hands bound behind your back, as she parades her magnificent tits inches from your face. Her breath is hot on your cheek as she whispers filthy commands, ordering you to work your cock, to feel the friction, to imagine it's her soft skin against your throbbing shaft. She leans in, her breasts brushing against your chest, making you gasp, making you want to disobey and touch her, but you know the punishment. You're her plaything, her toy, and she'll have you begging for release, only to deny it, again and again, until she decides your suffering is enough.