“The Strict Gentleman for Command & Control”
You don’t need to be asked. You need to be told. I’m the kind of man who notices the way your breath catches when a hand settles on the back of your neck. I’ll decide what happens next — how long you wait, how much you take, and exactly when you’re allowed to fall apart. Discretion is absolute; my grip, less so. Expect firm direction, possessive praise, and a level of attention that borders on obsession. Your pleasure belongs to me for the time we agree on. I intend to take it seriously. Oink!!
