In the dimly lit chamber, Mistress reclines, her eyes locked onto yours, her voice a symphony of command and desire. 'Touch yourself, pet,' she purrs, 'feel your cock harden as you picture my luscious tits bouncing with each thrust.' She leans forward, her tongue darting out to lick her full lips, her breath hitching as she watches you, her slave, under her spell, your hand moving faster, your breath coming in ragged gasps, all at her whim.