Look at you tied up here. You're really gushing! It's wonderful to see you're so excited just to get your daily blowjob. 

I know it must be so hard for you. I've had you for, gosh how long has it been, months? And the whole time I haven't allowed you to cum a single drop. I love what that does to you. I love how delicately holding your severely swollen balls is enough to get you panting. I love how the straps on your ankles leave you helplessly spread apart. 

You can't do anything to protect that cock of yours. And most of all, I love the moment right after you've been restrained, but before I've done anything to that badly hurting cock. I get to move real close and whisper into your ear:

My adored toy. My tortured plaything. I promise you this. I have absolutely no intention of ever letting you cum again.  I know that I'm going to love doing this even more after another month, and another after that. 

Tonight is going to be special baby. I'll lick you and kiss you until you feel like you need to pop more than you need to breath, but I'm not going to free you. I'm going to leave you helpless for as long as I want to. Because blowing you once just isn't going to satisfy me. I can't get enough of those noises you make. Every time I get you close, I know you're thinking:

Mistress I'm too full. Please show the tiniest little bit of mercy. I'll do anything to earn it.

I'll stop teasing you tonight when my every sadistic urge is satisfied. Not a second sooner. And when we're lying in bed together after I've thoroughly enjoyed your scrumptious agony, you can hold me. You can tell me how grateful you are to be my toy. And then maybe I might just give you a little praise. 

But you have a long way to go. My mouth is watering just thinking about my little precum faucet. Well I better get started then. Bon appetit.