I want you to bust your own balls for me

A frantic room as a dominant figure commands obedience. The submissive, eager to please, stands naked, eyes locked on the demanding gaze. Palms caress trembling thighs, fingers teasing and taunting, building anticipation. With a firm grip, the submissive grasps the sensitive flesh, beginning a rhythm of release. Each stroke is precise, each action deliberate. The room grows tense as the motion quickens, climax nearing. Finally, the submissive yields, the room filling with the sounds of pleasure and surrender.