Руки від тебе, поки я псую твоє его

You are not allowed to stroke your dick, and as you sit there, listening to me verbally humiliate and degrade you, your ego is being damaged. You can't help but feel more aroused the more I belittle you, and your dick gets harder with every insult. You're worthless, an insignificant little man in a world full of grown women. Your desire to be humiliated and degraded is a sign of your pathetic weakness, and it disgusts me. You're nothing more than a sick sex toy, a plaything for those with true prowess in the realm of dominance and submission. I watch as you cringe and squirm in your seat, trying to hide the bulge in your pants. Your attempts to conceal your arousal are futile, and I can see the shame in your eyes. You want to stroke your dick, to relieve the mounting pressure building in your loins, but I've made it clear that you mustn't.