Dressed to own you in glossy leather pants and my zipped leather bra, I become your Mistress for the day.
I hold up this thick, veiny monster *****—way bigger than what you're working with—and demonstrate every stroke, every twist, every squeeze you should be doing to your cute little ****.
A few soft, smirking comments about the size difference to make you blush and leak, but it's all in fun… I want you aching and desperate. I edge you over and over: "Not yet… slower… stop touching…" until you're trembling.
Then I reward you with a long, teasing countdown—10 to 1—voice dripping with control. *** hard for your Mistress when I say one. You've earned it, tiny.