Category: cock control

Lilly (844-332-2639) ext 470

I don’t need toys, ropes, or complicated setups. I already have everything I need to take complete control of a cock.

I start slow. A soft hand sliding over the front of your pants, light pressure, just enough to make you thicken against my palm. I smile when I feel it, that small, knowing curve of my lips that says I already own what’s happening inside your jeans. I don’t rush. I trace the outline with one fingertip, up and down, while my other hand rests on your chest, keeping you still.

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Lilly (844-332-2639) ext 470

I lock you first thing in the morning while you’re still half-asleep. The metal is warm from my hands when I snap it shut. I make you look me in the eyes as the padlock clicks, then I kiss the key before sliding it onto the chain around my neck. You feel the weight of it every time I move.

Throughout the day I find little ways to remind you. I’ll text you at work and tell you to reach down and feel the cage through your pants. I’ll make you send a photo under the desk so I can see how trapped it looks. When you get home I don’t unlock you. I just sit on the couch, legs crossed, and make you kneel between them with your locked cock on display while I scroll my phone and ignore you for a while.

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Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

You don’t ask a sissy cuck for a permission, you take it. He already knows the rules. The pink collar stays on. The cage stays locked. His pathetic little cock is denied while you use him however you want. Tonight you’re a lounging on the couch in nothing but a short robe. My legs are spread, And he’s on his knees where he belongs.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I climbed off of the examination table and circled him, as he tracked me with his eyes. “The silk,” I said, while touching the knot at his wrist. “Do you know why I chose it?” He shook his head. “Because it’s useless as a restraint,” I explained, as I tugged the scarf and it loosened easily. “You could break free whenever you wanted. But you won’t.”

His breath hitched. “Why, Mistress?” he asked, quietly. “Because,” I replied. “You obviously want to be here.” I traced a fingernail down his arm, watching the goosebumps form in his soft skin. “The silk is just a reminder. A symbol. Your real chains are in your head.” I reached the end of the table and turned to face him. The position gave me a perfect view of his spread legs, the slight bulge of the plug’s base sticking out of his pussy, and the desperate hunger in his eyes.

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Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

You sit there with your cock hard waiting for permission. Nothing feels better than handing over complete control of your orgasm huh? Every stroke, every pause, and every time you have to squeeze your balls is dictated by someone else. The tension builds and builds, your thighs start to shake, but you always obey. Slowing down and speeding up when ordered. edging right to the edge just to be denied. That helpless, focused  obedience is the entire point of why im writing these

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

When I was at the coffee shop, I saw an old buddy of mine from school back in the day. We dated for a while and then decided we were better as friends, Friends with Benefits. Well, it had been a while since we played around, so I invited him back to my house to see if we could get back in the swing of things.

I thought it would be best if we went to my bedroom to play around on my king-size bed. I sat down on the edge of my bed, and he walked closer to me. He started kissing me with tongue and running his hands through my silky blonde hair. I lifted up my arms so he could pull off my silky purple tank top, leaving my perky supple titties bare.

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Caged

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Cece 1 (844) 332-2639 ext 215

In the hushed glow of my candlelit bedroom, I reclined on a velvet chaise, my leather corset gleaming under soft light. At my feet knelt Marcus, completely naked except for the polished steel chastity cage that confined his cock. The metal gleamed with every shallow breath he took.
I traced the cage with the tip of my riding crop, watching his muscles twitch. “Look how perfectly it fits,” I murmured, pressing the cool leather against the bars. Marcus’s hands stayed clasped behind his back, his thighs trembling from the effort of remaining still. Inside the cage, his cock strained uselessly, the pressure building with every heartbeat.
I stood and circled him, the heels of my boots clicking on hardwood. Each step reminded him of my control. When I stopped behind him, I tugged the short chain attached to the cage, forcing his hips forward. A low whimper escaped his throat.

“Tonight you’ll learn patience.”

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Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469

I got home from school, and I heard some noise upstairs, so being the curious kitten that I am, I went to investigate. I took off my shoes so I could be quiet and tiptoed up the stairs in my socks. The moans and grunts were coming from the room at the end of the hallway. The door was cracked open, and I peeked in and saw my older brother trying on our mothers’ panties!

I started giggling but had to cover my mouth quickly so I wasn’t caught. I pulled out my cell phone and turned on the camera and started recording him. Still having no idea I was standing there, I slowly creaked the door open and walked in. He gasped and turned around. He was wearing mom’s thong and matching bra! Quickly he covered his cock that was peeking out of the side of the thong.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449  

The dim lighting of the back corner booth offered just enough cover, though the ambient noise of the crowded lounge did little to steady my racing pulse. People were laughing just two tables over, oblivious to the quiet storm brewing beneath our small wooden table.

I reached across the dark booth, sliding my hand past his knee and up his thigh. His breath hitched immediately. Under the tablecloth, my fingers found the heavy ridge straining beneath his denim. I unzipped him with agonizing slowness, the subtle metallic sound swallowed by the swell of music overhead.

When my hand finally slipped inside, wrapping around his hot, pulsing cock, he stiffened. His knuckles turned white where he gripped the edge of the table. I began a deliberately slow rhythm. My palm glided over him, feeling the frantic beat of his pulse beneath his skin. Every subtle twist of my wrist drew a muffled, ragged exhale from his lips.

Just as his hips began to tilt helplessly into my touch, I abruptly stopped.

I rested my hand flat against his thigh, perfectly motionless. He looked at me, his eyes dark with a desperate, unspoken plea. I just smiled innocently, taking a slow sip… Continue reading “Edging Over Dinner” →

Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469

My ex and I broke up six months ago, but I was feeling weak one night and was craving a booty call. I called him up and invited him over. He got to my house by 1:30am. He walked into my bedroom where I was standing to meet him, and he whipped me around against the door and started kissing me hard, as he ran his hands through my hair. My body, and especially my pussy, started tingling.

I pushed him off me so I could tell him we should head to the bed. I laid down on the bed and spread my legs open so he could eat me out. He bent down and pulled me close to his mouth and sucked and licked my pussy slit. Then he licked and flicked my clit. It felt so good and shocks went through my entire body and it tensed up. An orgasm was building up in my body.

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