Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I never fail to amuse myself with the way my puppet squirms under my control. I hold the strings and he does my bidding, stroking and writhing as I toy with him.
His has a real name, but to me, he’s just my achiest puppet. I adore the way he moans with lust as I tease him. As I instruct him not to cum. To goon like an idiot for me. He’s always begging for more, his pleas deliciously desperate. But I hold back, pulling the strings to keep him just on the precipice, never allowing that sweet release.
The Achiest Puppet
Oh, he tries to resist, to stiffen his resolve and deny me the pleasure of his submission. But I can always tell when he’s teetering, his body betraying his resolve with little tremors and twitches. That’s when the game really begins. I make him stroke harder and faster. Drawing him closer and closer to the edge before yanking him back, leaving him moaning and groaning and cursing the day he met me.
I lap up every inch of his frustration, reveling in the power I hold over him. He’s utterly enthralled, a puppet to my whims and caprices. And the best part? He adores it, even as he wails and whimpers, his pleasure forever out of reach.
And I have no intention of ever letting him go. Not until he’s wrung dry of every last ounce of his submission. And probably his wallet too! Then, and only then, might I consider granting him the release he so desperately craves. But until that day, he remains my puppet, dancing to the tune of my desires, forever strung along and left aching.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248