15 Minutes Of Weakness and Desperation

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Pick up that lustful horny cock for me and just rest it in the palm of your hand. Wrap your greedy fingers around your even greedier dick and hold them still too. Allow that insatiable cock to rush filling with blood, anticipating the stroking that it's become so accustomed to receiving when in this warm place.

The tingling in your fingertips, a signal of what it aches to receive, a gentle graze, a firm circle of your thumb, the tightness of the palm of your hand. Still let it wait. Let it grow.

Let it stiffen. Let it beg, not for your touch, but for my command for you to touch. I control not just that cock and those balls, effortlessly making them twitch and throb with just the sound of my voice now, but also your hand, also your mind as you hang on my every word.

Start stroking, slowly, softly, running those fingertips over the front of your cock as the thumb caresses the back, making circles on your frenulum, spitting or adding some lube if you'd like a more gliding experience, and not if you enjoy the friction, if you need it because your cock is greedy for any kind of sensation it can get now. Do you think I'll let you come today? That question alone makes you horny now.

Surefire proof that you're addicted to the feeling, but what if the feeling before orgasm is more pleasurable? What if I were to just edge you out, relentlessly counting you down, and then left you hanging, left your cock throbbing, stiff, leaking? You might love that more than a release.

Turn your attention inward and just think as you stroke a little more purposefully, a little more rhythmically, a little firmer now about how that would feel. The weight of the calm in your balls, a surefire sign that I own them. The heat in the palm of your hand, a surefire sign that I own that.

The pre-cum dripping from your cock, a monumental sign that I own that dick. And the pervasive, obsessive thought of cumming on your mind for hours after you listen to this, proof of my indelible mark on your psyche also. It's fun not knowing what's going to come next.

It's part of the thrill of giving yourself up to a dominatrix. Start teasing the head of that cock a little more now. I hope it's sensitive for me.

Add some lube at this point. Spit, oil, lotion, whatever you have to make it nice and slick. I want you stimulating the tip of that cock however feels best to you.

Thumb circles on the frenulum, a hooked finger over the glands, a flat palm rubbing over that tip that's surely leaking by now. Tease it, feeling completely under my thumb, under my control. Knowing that whether or not you get to cum today, how often and how, a ruined release, a painful one, a swallowed one, is ultimately my decision.

I'm not leaving this up to fate. And you like that. You like knowing that whatever happens today to your cock happened because I wanted it to.

Pump yourself to an edge now. Do it. Do it as if I've straddled you and I'm riding you hard and I'm begging you to come inside me.

Do it. Rub that cock up and down rhythmically, rhythmically, rhythmically, and I'll give you a chance to cum right here, right now. A ruined release.

As long as you can do it in the next 30 seconds. 30, 29, just abandon when you get there, 28, 27, 26, 25, 24, 23, pump it hard for me, 22, 21, 20 seconds, go on, rub that cock, rhythmically stroke, grip hard, 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, ticking away, knowing that you just have to take your hands off, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, if you can't make it, 4, otherwise you may ruin, 3, just kidding. Oh, it's so fun to fuck with you.

Hey, are you hard now? Mmm, are you leaking now? Are your balls tight now? Oh good, now the real fun can begin.

I told you I wanted to instill uncertainty and I told you that you would be feeling powerless, experiencing your own weakness as part of the pleasure here. Next comes desperation. Are you starting to feel it already? We can do better than this.

Stroke that cock again in the way that feels best, pull those balls away from your body, pump that dick in the palm of your hand, stimulate the tip with your thumb and forefinger, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, I'm building yourself up to an edge within the next 20 strokes, 20, follow my sounds, 19, each number being one stroke of your cock, 18, yes it's painfully slow right now, teasing desperation being built, 17, 16, more rhythmically now, 15, 14, 13, faster, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, get ready to take your hand off, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, hand off. And hopefully what is an edge for you? Are we running out of time here to make you come more than once? How sweet of you to think that I was going to let you come at all.

What if I were to instruct you to force out three orgasms in the next six minutes? Doable, wouldn't you think? Maybe at this level of horniness.

Go back to some slow stroking now, some fingertip teasing for me. That's right, good boy, remind yourself of how good it feels to have your cock, balls, hand, and mind controlled by me. It feels so fucking free to just have to follow my instructions, nod your head, say yes, Ms.

Licks, yes, Ms. Licks, yes, Ms. Licks, and give in to whatever may come.

My naughty whims, knowing that I am taking from your cock exactly what I want. I want an orgasm from it. I do.

I want a ruined release, right when I get to one. So start stroking your cock, however that may transpire. Ten, nine, give me a ruined orgasm, subby.

Eight, pour out an abandoned release for me. Seven, right when I get to one. Six, a naughty countdown.

Five, yes, harder, hornier. Four, let your mind wander to those dirty places where my tongue is flipping across the tip of your dick. Three, where your cock is sandwiched between my juicy tits.

Two, where I'm taking your balls deep in my sweet, wet pussy. One, oh, ruin it for me. Ruin it for that image.

Ruin it, imagining I just yoink that dick out of my cunt when it's wet, throbbing, and ready to unleash its seed, ropes upon ropes, spurting into nothing but the air. And some of that come going retrograde, no doubt. You feeling a painful reminder of just how much I own those balls and your mind.

Because tell me, subby, what man out there is willingly doing this to himself? Men under the thumb of Miss Licks, that's who. Keep stroking.

Mm-hmm. I want you stroking with that leaky cum as your lube now. It feels dirty, doesn't it? Wrapped around you.

It feels slutty. It feels naughty. It's your own sloppy seconds.

Oh, what? Are you just hanging on my every word now? Is your cock that you're still stroking just desperately waiting for my command? I want it to ache for it.

See how desperate you are for it. See how weak you are. Something about this state feels so free.

You're free of responsibility, of control, of power. It's very liberating. It's highly relaxing.

And something about this state also makes you feel horny. Maybe you can feel horny when you feel afraid, uncertain. Maybe it's a defense mechanism.

Or maybe you feel horny when you're safe, knowing that I do to you is going to feel so fucking good, even if it's another ruined release. Oh, stroke that cock increasingly faster now as we pump it to another edge and ultimately the finish line. In just a moment, I will count you down your last 15 strokes.

At the end of these, if you can make it, and only if you can make it at my command, you can have something. I'm not going to tell you what that is until we get to stroke number five to go. Maybe another ruin, maybe a slap around the face, maybe denial, maybe a full release.

You're pumping hard now, faster than you ever have before today. Pulling those balls away, touching your nipples, sucking on something phallic, I don't know. Whatever you may feel like you need to get yourself to the most intense state of bliss.

Hand wrapped around that cock, ready to hear your ultimate fate. 15 strokes to go, up and down, that's one. 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, nine, eight.

What are you getting? What are you going to get here? Seven, six, a full release, as long as you can do it in five strokes, four strokes, pump it, three strokes, make every stroke count two.

Oh, is it not enough warning? One, was it? Let it gush if you can, ruin it otherwise, and stay denied if you can't fucking make it.

One, it's your chance, your last 10 seconds in which to push something out of that cock. Full release is permitted, should you be able to enact one. One ruin, one release.

Perfectly teasing, perfectly uncertain, cementing your weakness, your desperation, and my power over you. Oh, it feels so good to cum from this licks, doesn't it?