I love hearing you beg, that growing desperation dripping off every word you utter. Hearing every "please Goddess" becoming more and more desperate as you stroke. It's so easy to work you up. It's too easy to mind fuck you. Whether you know it or not, this is exactly what you ask for, what you beg for. The teasing, the denial, the growing intensity that leaves you shaking and melting in the palm of My hand. I know exactly what I'm doing to you and the only thing you can do is beg harder.