Owning a sub top means buying them a fleshlight and ordering them to hump it right in front of me, their mouth hanging open and their tongue out, drool dripping from the tip of it, their eyes fixed on me, begging for something their dizzy mind can't even grasp, their hips rutting and stuttering forward in a fast pace, so focused on making their owner proud and refraining themselves from coming too early - all while I'm calmly watching from my seat, enjoying the show and making sure to elicit frustrated and eager little whines by throwing in the occasional "good job" and "good pet".
It also means that as they grow more impatient, less in control of their pleasure, the longer the tight grip of the fleshlight surrounds them, the closer they crawl towards me, until their chin is mere centimeters away from my knee, saliva dripping down on the fabric beneath, and their eyes, pupils blown wide, eyelids low, stare up at me, begging without using a single word, until I finally allow them their few last thrusts and an orgasms that makes them cry out loud in pleasure and hide their face against me.
