Category: cock control

He Dared Me

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My heart raced wildly as I sat on my boyfriend’s lap. His hand was stroking my naked thigh as I bit at my nail in anticipation. “What if he doesn’t reply?” He kissed my neck and swept my hair back to let his lips linger down my shoulder.

“He will. Just wait.” His fingers climbed higher up my inner thigh. “You look so fucking hot in that picture. Any man would be instantly hard, seeing you like that. I shifted nervously on his lap. He dared me to take a slutty photo and text it to my Boss with the caption, “My BF dared me to send this. See you at work on Monday!”

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Pocket Pussy Mouth Gag

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Throat training just got an upgrade thanks to a slutty little sissy named Jay. She wandered into my lair asking for throat training after the cock gagging blog I’d posted, where I pryed a sluts mouth wide open with a gag and allowed real men to pound into the sluts mouth while it was unable to close.

Only when Jay asked to play did I offer up the choice of gag. There was the spider gag, which I’d used previously. However, I’d also just purchased a pocket pussy gag. It’s exactly what it sounds like. The gag keeps the whores mouth forced wide open, but instead of looking into the gaping throat hole, the real man gets to fit his cock through the pussy lips of a Fleshlight.

Can you imagine how humiliating it must be to be stripped naked, made to kneel, and forced to bite down on a gag that makes your mouth a literal pussy? Talk about submission!

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Panty Slave

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I came home from school and once again, my laundry was folded neatly on my bed. A chore my step-dad has taken up doing for me ever since he became my panty slave. The horndog would do anything just to get close to my undies, so I capitalized on it.

If he wanted to play in my panties, he’d have to be a good boy and do my laundry while I was at school. I’d busted him one too many times pulling my little cotton panties out of the hamper and doing God knows what with them. This way, we were both getting something out of it, but my car had started making an awful sound, and it was time to amp up step-daddy’s panty addiction to benefit me.

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My mother was a Siren, and my father a Merman.  It was an unlikely romance but they say you really can’t help with whom you fall in love.  I exist as their love creation and have been gifted with the powers of both species.  That makes me irresistible to many men who hear my song or see the flash of my fins in the water.

One day, a fishing boat found its way into my little corner of the ocean.  It’d been awhile since I had company.  Feeling lonely for so long, I wanted to take advantage of the moent.  So, I silently swam up to the side of the boat to get a peek of its inhabitants.

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Accidental Exposure

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My roommate Jackson is a man’s man. He’s a good guy; he never judges me for being who I am, and we enjoy each other’s company. However, he’s incredibly masculine and burly. You can imagine the surprise I felt when I was lounging in bed last night and got a text from Jackson. It was a picture; he never sends texts, never mind pictures.

I was gagged when the picture loaded, and it was of him in sissy lingerie, sucking a dildo! Not even two seconds after I opened the photo, he tried to delete it and sent another text. “Fuck. Wrong chat.” Oh, I don’t think so. This was precisely the right fucking chat.

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Sexy Summer Stripper

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This year my stepson decided to become a camp counselor at a wilderness camp, 4 hours away. Which means he’s gone all summer and I can be a bad girl. So, I’ve decided I want to take up a new hobby since I have all of this free time. I want to be a sexy summer stripper.
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Abusive throat fucking isn’t just for brainless bimbos. I’ve concluded that every homophobic, closed-minded boy bitch needs to have his throat stretched open by this TS Goddess and my perfect shecock. Sissy whores and thirsty females jump on my cock all day long, but I’m itching for a challenge.

That’s right; I’m talking about you. The macho man always takes what he wants and demands nothing short of perfection. Your time on top is over; now you’ll kneel before me and gargle my hot spunk like a good boy.

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Stand There and Take It, For Me

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“Please, Mama.” He whined as his cock bobbed pathetically. “I can’t take it anymore!” The snivingly bitch wasn’t even crying real tears. My hand swatted out again. Striking the head of his erect penis and sending it flying.

Precum splattered at our feet and over his naked tummy. Thankfully, his arms were tied above his head, or he might do something stupid like try to stroke himself to orgasm. “I’ll slap it as many times as I like. It amuses me. Stand there, and take it for me.”

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Danny has been so bad. He’s too young to be masturbating but you and I both know, once a boy finds his penis, he’ll never leave it alone. I discovered some of his dad’s old dirty magazines under his bed and knew I had to confront him.

I came into his room last night and sat on his bed. I laid the dirty magazine between us, and his face turned so red. He was embarrassed and humiliated, but I touched his thigh and told him that, because he was too young to be touching himself the way he had been, from now on, I would be supervising his masturbation as punishment. He was clearly confused and asked what I meant.

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Mark, bless his heart, shifted nervously on the edge of my worn velvet chaise lounge. His eyes, usually bright with a hopeful glint, were now clouded with a desperate hunger. He thought I liked him. He truly did. And maybe, in some twisted way, I did. But mostly, I liked the way the crisp hundred-dollar bills felt between my fingers after our sessions.

I moved with a practiced grace, as my many years of dance lessons finally started to pay off. I circled him slowly, my fingertips trailing lightly over the fabric of his neatly pressed shirt. He flinched at my touch, a tremor running through his body. He was so easy to control, a marionette dancing to the tune of my whispered commands. The rules were clear, etched in unspoken agreement between us. He could pump. He could stroke. But he could never, ever cum. He couldn’t touch me, but I could touch him. I was the conductor of this bizarre symphony of frustration, and he was my willing, albeit tormented, instrument. Nothing more than a plaything…A pet.

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