Countdown to Cruelty

I've devised a countdown that ends exactly where your hope begins, pet. Each number I drop is a step closer to your ruin, my voice winding tighter around your desperate cock as I dictate your rhythm, your speed, your pathetic little gasps. You'll stroke exactly as commanded, believing release awaits at zero, but cruelty is the only destination I've programmed. Whether I deny, ruin, or laugh while you spill helplessly onto my command, the outcome remains mine alone. Your orgasm isn't a reward. It's a variable in my experiment, and I adore unpredictable results.