Naughty boy

You’ve got a real problem.  You’re a chronic masturbator.  Just can’t keep your hands off that dick of yours!  We’ve tried everything.  We started with denial and when that wasn’t enough, we tried chastity to cure your nasty little stroking habit.  But you cheated didn’t you? Found the key and removed your cage… And I caught you! Came into the room to find you, cock in hand and yanking your pud so hard that it’s a wonder it didn’t just come right off! Poor, poor stroker… So desperate to cum, so terrified of what I might hand down as punishment for your disobedience.

I am a generous Goddess

“Go on,” I coo… and those words strike a deeper fear in your heart than if I’d responded with screaming and my belt… But you know better than to disobey, so you continue to stroke.  Before you know it, you’re standing on the edge of that explosion.  You feel your tummy tighten, and your breaths begin to quiver. Except that I am a master at reading your body language and reach out, slapping your hand away just in time. You look down, your cock almost screaming in frustration as your body slowly backs away from that canyon edge.  A few minutes go by and your body relaxes as the need to spurt becomes less imminent.

The worst kind of disappointment

I urge you to start stroking again, even taking your hand and wrapping it around your cock myself.  As you fuck your fist, you’re watching me out of the corner of your eye, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Your eyes drop to my cleavage.  My milky white breasts have you climbing the road to orgasm again. Your breath quickens, eyes slip shut, as you silently pray that you won’t hear me say the word “stop”. You can feel it, and just as you topple over the peak,  my palm presses down hard on the head of your cock, blocking any escape route for those thick ribbons of cum that were so anxiously awaiting release… A ruined orgasm… All the build up, all the tension and intensity of an orgasm without any feeling of release. I take my hand away, wiping my palm on the sheets and give you a sweet smile before walking out of the room without so much as a word. You are defeated, broken and in much worse shape than even before. You fall back onto the bed and swear to yourself never to disappoint me again. It’s just not worth it.

 

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