In a dimly lit room, I kneel before you, my palms pressed against my thighs. Your voice, low and commanding, fills the space. "Start stroking," you order, and I comply, my hand wrapping around your hardening cock. I follow your instructions, varying my pace and pressure, feeling your breath hitch as I pleasure you. Your dominance is intoxicating, and I submit fully, eager to please, my own desires building as I bring you closer to release.