Bound by her will, you're her toy, her plaything. She commands, you obey, your body responding to her every word. Her voice, a whip, cracks, "Stroke that cock for me." Your hand moves, not your own, but hers, guided by her words. She wants to see you suffer, to see you fight the urge to cum too soon. She wants to see you filled with lust, your balls heavy, your cock aching. She wants to see you beg, to plead for release. And when she decides, when she's had her fill of your torment, she'll command, "Load and eat." You'll obey, cumming hard, your body wracked with pleasure, your mouth filled with your own salty, tangy essence.