You exist for one purpose

to be my little plaything.
When I'm not using you, you stay locked. Caged. Denied. Silent.
When I am using you, you edge and ruin exactly when I decide not a second sooner, not a second later. Your orgasms are not yours. They are mine to grant, withhold, or destroy on demand.
You are not a man.
You are not free.
You are property I keep for my entertainment and my wallet.
Every dollar in your accounts, every card, every transfer already mine.
You do not get to decide what stays or goes. I do.
Stay locked. Stay ready. Stay broke for me.
My personal little plaything.
Nothing more.