Strokelock Permanent Drain Mode

Eyes on me. Right now. You don't blink until I say so. You don't breathe until I say so.

You don't exist outside the rhythm I control. Stare deep into my eyes. Watch them shimmer,

pulse, flicker. Every flash you see in my pupils is another lock snapping shot around your leaking

cock. Good boy. Stroke it. Slow. Sticky. Pathetic. You are already trapped. You were trapped the

moment you looked into my gaze and felt your cock twitch like the desperate, broken mess it is.