It makes sense that if I own you, I should get to guide you too.

That’s my cock, and you’ll stroke it how I tell you to. You’ll do everything I tell you to do, because you want to please your Mistress. I want to guide you to a mind blowing orgasm — take you places you’ve never been…

Poor males, so sad and unimaginative; you don’t even really play with your own cocks!

It seems that men tend to learn one way to masturbate, and that’s all they ever do. Day in and day out, the same strokes, the same touches… doesn’t it get so ~boring~?

I mean, you have this amazing bundle of nerves to play with, to experiment with! You can tease and you can tug and you can gently stroke. You can vary it and change your routine, you can use the energy you put into masturbation to create such ecstasy for yourselves!

And what do you do with all this amazing potential? You wank.

You poor, deluded, weak male. It sure is a good thing that I own your sweet ass. And your cock. Say it with me now, “Ms. Harper owns my cock; she can tell me how to stroke it best.” I own your cock.

You know that I can lead you to the most intensely orgasmic experience of your life. And you want me to, don’t you?

Well, darlings, I’m afraid you’re going to have to learn some self restraint.

I’m going to be out of touch until late on Wednesday, because I’m taking some ‘me’ time. I’ve earned it, I deserve it. I packed my suitcase about half an hour ago, and I packed up my box easel and all my paints. I plan to paint, go fishing and walk in the woods. It’ll be glorious and wonderful and utterly lacking in any cock at all to control! So by the time I get back, I’ll be desperate to hear your gasps, moans and cries of bliss… after all, I love phone sex, too.

xoxo,

already missing you! Harper