In a dimly lit room, the scent of leather and sweat hangs heavy in the air. You're kneeling, nude, your cock hard and ready. She sits before you, her heels digging into the plush rug, her eyes locked onto yours. "Do exactly as I say," she purrs, her voice a whipcord of command. Your hand wraps around your shaft, and you begin to stroke, your grip tight, your rhythm steady. She watches, her eyes gleaming, as you pleasure yourself for her. Your body tenses, your breath hitches, you're close, so close. "Not yet," she snaps, her voice sharp. You whimper, but you obey, your hand slowing, your body trembling with restraint.