Waiting For Her Command

I wrap my fingers 'round your fluttering cock.
     You've been so good, fulfilling my demands;
     now raring for reward, in my firm hand,
you would be begging, if I let you talk.
It would be cruel, now, to stop;
     I flex my fist around your throbbing gland,
     you hold your cum, and wait for my command,
about to burst, your knees and elbows lock.

But I won't milk your eager cum today.
     And not tomorrow either, if you pout;
I'll jerk your dick until I'm bored of play,
      (You'll just cum harder after holding out.)
'til then you will be mindful and obey;
     to earn reward, you'll prove yourself devout.