Category: orgasm denial

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Jordan is a man who dictates terms and crushes mergers by day, but here, under my watch, he is nothing more than a sculpture of shivering muscle waiting for my chisel. He’s currently kneeling on my small velvet rug, with his tiny cock in a cage, and his wrists bound tightly behind him. I don’t touch him. Not yet. The tip of my riding crop traces the line of his jaw, before I slide it down and tuck it under his chin, forcing him to look up at me. His eyes are glassy with the kind of devotion that borders on insanity.

“You’re trembling,” I murmur, while staring at him as if he is my prey. “Please, Miss. Stella,” he gasps. “I can’t take much more of this.” I cackle and pull the crop away, letting him tilt forward as the tension breaks, only to catch his chin again before his head can drop. The exquisite agony on his face while being brought to the brink of release, only to have it snatched away at the last second, is what my domme dreams are made of.

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Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

Being submissive isn’t always easy. You have to have the confidence, trust, and be so obsessed with me that if I say jump you ask me how high. So many men say that’s what they want. That’s the lifestyle they want to live, but when it comes down to it they don’t want to release full control. Being a

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Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

One of my favorite types of phone sex is edging. Hearing you about to cum and then beg me for more just gets me over the edge, but there’s something that turns me on even more than that. Something super naughty, and a little sneaky. It really turns me on when you

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Christine 1844-332-2639 ext 468

There’s a certain kind of energy that fills a room when control and confidence meets curiosity. It’s quiet at first—just a glance, a smirk, the subtle understanding that tonight might be a little more exciting than usual.

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Nadia 1-844-332-2639 ext. 377

It’s finally happening…

The heavy oak door of his office clicked shut behind me, the sound echoing in the sudden, profound silence. It was just us. The air was thick with the scent of old books and his cologne, something rich and woodsy that made my head spin. I clutched the pretense of my failed exam paper in my hand, the crisp edges digging into my sweaty palm. He didn’t say a word at first, just leaned back against the edge of his large mahogany desk, crossing his arms. His gaze was intense, a physical weight that traveled down my body, lingering on the swell of my breasts beneath my thin blouse and the hem of my skirt that suddenly felt far too short.

When he finally spoke, my name was a low rumble that vibrated through the floorboards. He pushed off the desk and took a single step toward me, closing the distance until I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. He gently took the crumpled paper from my hand and tossed it aside, his fingers lingering against mine for a fraction of a second too long.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

They call me ‘The Collector.’ My coven might raise a brow at my methods, but they don’t understand the relentless ache, the void only true satisfaction can fill. I am predacious by nature, preying only on those submissive men who believe their shriveled cocks are enough. They read the runes, they sign the parchments, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and fervent hope. They know the terms: if they do not measure up, they become an offering. An ornament. A keepsake.

I had another one show up tonight. A nervous young man, all trembling anticipation, stood before my altar. The scent of black candles and patchouli filled the chamber. He stripped, his body a canvas for my scrutiny. I circled him, my gaze a physical weight, assessing. My eyes, usually a calming forest green, glowed with a faint, reddish heat.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna took her naughty boy to the mall to buy some clothes. She warned him before they left that he’d better behave. Something told her that he wouldn’t so she packed a diaper bag just in case. As they walked in the mall, hand in hand, Mommy Anna started to notice something funny.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

I slid myself onto the bar stool next to him, to his right, leaned over and while trying to get the bartender’s attention I noticed him staring at the flat screen tv’s above the bar. He was calm, serene. I was confused, it seemed like he didn’t know I was sitting beside him. I placed my hand on his arm, he was very fit, a body builder.

Still no reaction from him. He sat drinking beer from a pilsner. I gave up when the bartender walked over. “What can I get for you?” Before I could say anything he spoke “Yeah get her a jack and coke.” he spoke loudly and confidently. I sank in my seat. He knew I was fucking sitting here the entire time. Knowing this was intentional I didn’t speak. “Right? That’s your drink of choice” he confirmed, finally making eye contact. “Yep” I shrugged looking away, focusing my attention on the bartender.

J placed his hand on my thigh, slid it between my legs and then further up and under my skirt. He then began rubbing my pussy over my panties.

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1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Ready when you are, Axel,” I said, trying to hide the sheer delight in my voice. Tonight, he had something particularly strange planned and I was pumped for it. “Okay, baby. I want you to take a jar of honey…” he began, his voice sounding low and suggestive. I followed his instructions, a strange mix of amusement and disgust swirling within me. The honey was cold and sticky against my skin as I dolloped it into the back of my panties, then lay down on my bed. Next came the caramel sauce, a thick, sugary stream down the front of my jeans. It was a disgusting concoction, the textures all wrong, the sensation was almost hilarious. I had a hard time not laughing.

As Axel urged me on, describing what he imagined, I started to play along, moaning and writhing as he encouraged me to rub my clit in that sticky mess. “Oh, Amber, you can’t cum yet,” Axel breathed, clearly satisfied with his plan. “You can only cum when I say so.” I lay there, covered in sticky goo, a smirk playing on my lips. “Typical!” I said, laughing. The next few minutes were a mix of edging and frustration, then Axel finally let me cum. I screamed as my body shook, and I squirted all over myself.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I smirked, perched on the edge of Liam’s desk, my gaze raking over him. He was tied to his own gaming chair, a pathetic picture of frustrated desire. Miss Anna, a vision in black leather, circled him with her eyes laser-focused on his, her crimson-painted nails tapping against a riding crop she held with menacing grace.

“Having a little trouble, Liam?” I purred, my voice dripping with mock concern. He just groaned, his eyes squeezed shut, a sheen of sweat slicking his forehead. We’d given him a simple rule: hands behind his head, or else. But the little sub was struggling. “Please,” he gasped, eyes fluttering open to meet mine. “Please, Amber, I can’t! I can’t hold it.”

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