“I say it again. You looking at me and liking me is complimentary. It flatters a woman when she is craved. It means that her beauty is recognised and admired. What more can she want?
But seeing her ‘admirer’ wank when he is looking at her not only spoils everything. It makes it dirty and disgusting. Actually it means that the man looking at her only sees her as a cunt. A walking cunt. No personality, just a thing where he can stick his cock in and with what he can satisfy his lust. Seeing a man as a walking dildo doesn’t even begin to cover that.
I’m sure the lust is too strong for you to handle yourself. A strong and consequent hand is needed. A loving hand, but also a hand that knows when to take correctional measures.
When you also think you need that hand I want you to tell me that now, John. A little bit louder please. OK. I can be that hand for you, John. Do you want me to? Yes, John? And what would you do for me to make me accept that job? Everything? I hope you realise how much that could be, John, I really do.
OK, but when you really want me to, we can start right away. You can seal our ‘arrangement’ right now by undressing completely, kneeling in front of me and kissing my boots. No silly, no one will see you here. Besides: who would be interested in your buttocks?”
