In a dimly lit room, a stern mistress watches you, her eyes locked onto yours. "You know what I want," she purrs, her voice a sultry command. You hesitantly place your hand on your throbbing cock, feeling its heat. She smirks, "That's right, pet. Now, stroke it. Slowly." She leans in, her breath hot on your ear, "Imagine it's my hand. Feel how I grip you, how I squeeze." Your hand moves in rhythm with her words, your breath hitching as you obey her every command.