Thom, a willing pawn in Enchantress' game, follows her every instruction. He strips naked, his cock throbbing at her command. She orders him to touch himself, to feel the pleasure, but not to let it consume him. Her voice, a symphony of control, keeps him balanced on the knife-edge of ecstasy. She teases him, making him beg for release, but she's the one in charge, and she enjoys the power of denial, the sweet taste of control.