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The truth is, your hunger feeds my control. The more desperate your ache, the deeper the enchantment runs. Spiral strokes, thumb-tick on the frenulum, your hot breath through the speaker. I map each sensation, then coyly withhold the finale until my name echoes in your head louder than the word "please." Ritual tasks seal the bond between us: nightly edge logs, mantras scrawled on inner thighs, pages of handwritten lines of Mistress Ava owns my every drop.
Almost ironically, I do feel a slight pang sometimes... right after you whimper "Goddess, have mercy" and then the line clicks off. A tiny twinge in me wonders if you're still throbbing at 3 a.m., sheets soaked, counting your heartbeat in time with the pulsing in your cock. Then I simply smile to myself and the guilt dissolves into wetness between my own legs. After all, torment is just another flavor of devotion. Before you realize what's happened, you're craving my grip on your pleasure. There will be no more solo tugs after me; that would feel wrong to you. I mold your need into worship and your ache into addiction.
Are you ready to taste how delicious my control can be? Call, strip for me, and prepare to get lost in stroking to the sound of my voice. Do it, and my spell tightens around your cock for keeps.

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