There’s something wonderful about the sound a man makes when he’s desperate, kept on edge, and denied. The sound of the frustration, and how weak and vulnerable it leaves them.

I adore the sense of control it gives Me, the way that they’ll do anything to please Me, to serve and amuse Me.

I love the way they grovel at My feet, desperate for release and yet… kept denied, on edge, because they crave it more than they want to admit.

They crave the feeling it gives them. The way it makes them oh so much more submissive and eager to please.

So, gents, how do you feel about denial?