Addicted to Jerk-Off Motions

You’re not addicted to me, are you? Oh no… you’re addicted to the motion. My hand. Up. Down. Up. Down. Every glide of My palm is burned into your brain. You don’t even need to think anymore — the second you see My hand move, your body snaps into action. You’re programmed. Conditioned. Pathetic. In My tight bodysuit and glossy pantyhose, I make every stroke slow and deliberate, knowing you’re watching, drooling, copying like a helpless little puppet. You’re not jerking because you want to. You’re jerking because you can’t stop. Because My hand going up and down is the only thing you think about now. And just when you’re about to hit your breaking point, when you’re certain the release is finally coming… I change everything. The pace. The rules. The reward you thought you were getting? Snatched away with a smile. An evil little surprise to remind you exactly who’s in charge of your addiction....