Stop, Piggy. You have homework.

This assignment is for the piggies out there that have the balls to read this. If you don't think that you can handle a nice, thorough mindfuck, you need to evacuate, press that "Back" button, and resume scrolling through your mediocre porn and hollow orgasms. If you are owned, you need to leave immediately -- do NOT disrespect your owner to keep skimming this.

If you wish to proceed, learn one thing and one thing now.

Your cum.
Now belongs.
To me.

Oh, I'm sure just by reading that, you felt your pindick twitch. Your instant instinct is to go and grasp at your crotch, isn't it? Well, keep your fucking hands at your sides. I don't care how badly your libido screams at you to sate it. Keep. Your. Hands. At. Your. Sides. Be a good mutt and obey your Mistress.

Now, try to relax. This will be the only reprieve you have for a long time. Flex your fingers. Flex your toes. Tighten each muscle in your body that isn't your despicable cock, releasing after a few seconds and soothing the pressure in your limbs. What is it that you want, hmm? To bury that little pin into a pussy? To thrust wildly with reckless abandon, wet slapping noises assaulting your ears, until you blow your inferior seed into something you don't deserve to touch? I'm sure. But that's not how you're going to earn that release. I have no interest in the size of your cock, or what you can do with that whiny mouth of yours. No, not in the least.

Can you hear that? Your heartbeat thrumming wildly in your ears like the erratic beat of a war drum? Your body is molding to what I want, trembling with the need to serve a superior woman. Look down at your cock. Is it throbbing? Is it oozing pre, just from my words? Good. Savor that discomfort. Twist it in your subby little brain to morph into pleasure. You want to please me. You want to make me happy. A woman with the golden-brown eyes of a warrior. The soft, porcelain skin of a doll. The curvature of Aphrodite. The ass that would make any man salivate. I know you see it waggling in your brain, as if you have the right to touch it and squeeze. Control yourself, pet. Don't make it worse for yourself.

You know how to please me already. Your wallet is what I want. Sound strange to you? It isn't. You are pleasing a Goddess. You are making a superior human smile. What will it feel like to know that you offered tribute to a Goddess? That because of your need to relinquish control to her, you are sparing yourself from her wrath? Of course, she can be cruel, and merciless, but it is this night she offers you mercy.

I want you to listen to my every word. Go to my profile, immediately.

>> You see my eyes locked on yours, a grin spreading across my full lips. <<

Scroll down my bio. See those three links?

>> I divert my eyes from you, fingers toying with the plush flesh of my stomach and thighs as my lips part in sadistic joy over your squirming. <<

Click a link. Be a good little slave and do it, mutt.
Did you read that hearing the growl of my voice? Good. You're more competent than I thought.

>> I turn, hips swaying, moving as smoothly as the rolling waves of the tide against a dancing sea. <<

Now now, what do we have here? So many things you could adorn your Goddess in with just a touch of your fingers. Fingers I know are twitching from not being wrapped around that tiny prick, pumping at it with reckless abandon. Remember, that cum, that erection you stare at, is mine to govern. To allow release. You do not get to dictate that, mutt.

>> I graze my fingers over the swell of my thighs and ass, manicured nails leaving softened red imprinted trails along my milky skin. Your mouth waters, as I know your mutt tongue craves to trace them. <<

Stop.

Stop right there.

I know your fucking hand is creeping toward the apex of your thighs. You've got a lot of fucking nerve. One hand on the mouse. The other at your side.

Now, do you want to stop that throbbing pain in your balls? Do you want your body to scream ecstasy from every pore?

Why don't you slip into my inbox, hmm? And you can tell me how desperate you are, and how much you are willing to give, to have that release. Until then, hands off of what is mine, you swine.