She pulls down your pants, and gently grabs your rock-hard dick through your boxers; massaging the head and grinning before sending it to slap back down. "Lets get a little more comfortable first" she breathes, maintaining eye contact as she sits back up and begins to strip. Normally, a strip tease would ignite your passion; taking your time to enjoy the view. But in all your urgency, it feels like torture. Forced to stare at soft skin being exposed while your cock aches in your boxers, screaming to feel any form of friction. After what feels like an eternity, she removes your boxers and finally takes your cock into her hand; her now bare soles resting on your chest. You desperately sniff as she gently plays with you, switching from toes, to hands, to soles; Teasing and leading on your swollen cock just enough to keep you hard. You are sweating full-body now, your thoughts a blur of chaos, your balls growing tight. With the little sanity you have left, you begin to grow suspicious. Is she truly aiming to aid your release, or to simply torture you? You seem to find your question soon answered as she rests in between your legs and grips your cock hard, dripping lube and spit to soak your cock and verbally coaxing you towards orgasm. Your body tightens and relaxes over and over, hands shaking and eyes glazing over, mind emptying into your cock. You feel your cum begin to surface, your eyes roll back and your whole body relaxes as the brink of orgasm rises to the tip of your dick. and in the blink of an eye, that burning flame is stoked to a low simmer. You feel. almost pain, a pleasure so intense it hurts. How is this possible? An almost dry orgasm, cock pulsing as if it were still cumming yet the aching urge still persistent in your mind. You manage to re-focus, and find your girlfriend laughing and mocking you. Whatever that was, she did it on purpose. you think, as you watch her stroke your begging cock with just two fingers. Finally, your questions answered; "Your cock controls your life. So, that means. I control your life. Because you're weak, and that cock can't resist me."Her game made apparent, you can only sit and pray that she decides to allow your release; your dick calling the shots. This time, as she finishes keeping you hard enough to suffer with no friction, she drips more lube and begins to stroke hard and fast. Your skin begins to flush bright red and all of the unimaginable body functions that led you to desperation remain, yet seem overbearing and impossible to resist. Every touch sends a warm and sharp feeling through your cock and up your entire body. She has switched her tone from cold and mocking back to sensual and breathy, and you almost start to beg her to slow down. The sensations are too strong, your cock bright red and sensitive to any touch; but you dare not put your orgasm on the line. The buildup is stupefying, every muscle in your body tightening, every sensation multiplying. You stare into your girlfriends eyes, helpless to her hand as tears begin to form. When she drops your cock and lets it dry throb on your stomach, she begins degrading you and laughing before smacking it twice and grabbing it angrily. "Your cock means nothing to me, yet everything to you. Its a tool. To redefine our relationship, and get what I want." You strap in, knowing that phenomenon of stimulation is just beginning, and that your eventual orgasm will make your ears ring and world go black.