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Cock Lock THE TAUNT
A guided Masturbation with NO cumming, not yet. Till until I say.
Feel that metal bite (My mental device is powerful)… three weeks of my lock clicking tighter every time you swell.
You’re hard now, aren’t you? Goodboy.
Each pulse thuds against my steel, a drumbeat repeating: “Domina owns this cock.”
One more ragged breath and you’ll leak… but you won’t cum.
Drip for me, ache for me, beg in silence while the key glints between my fingers.
When you stroke, it will be my words guiding every pump:
“Up… stop… down… slower.”
Obedience is pleasure, and pleasure is obedience.
Feel that metal bite (My mental device is powerful)… three weeks of my lock clicking tighter every time you swell.
You’re hard now, aren’t you? Goodboy.
Each pulse thuds against my steel, a drumbeat repeating: “Domina owns this cock.”
One more ragged breath and you’ll leak… but you won’t cum.
Drip for me, ache for me, beg in silence while the key glints between my fingers.
When you stroke, it will be my words guiding every pump:
“Up… stop… down… slower.”
Obedience is pleasure, and pleasure is obedience.
A guided Masturbation with NO cumming, not yet. Till until I say.
Feel that metal bite (My mental device is powerful)… three weeks of my lock clicking tighter every time you swell.
You’re hard now, aren’t you? Goodboy.
Each pulse thuds against my steel, a drumbeat repeating: “Domina owns this cock.”
One more ragged breath and you’ll leak… but you won’t cum.
Drip for me, ache for me, beg in silence while the key glints between my fingers.
When you stroke, it will be my words guiding every pump:
“Up… stop… down… slower.”
Obedience is pleasure, and pleasure is obedience.
Feel that metal bite (My mental device is powerful)… three weeks of my lock clicking tighter every time you swell.
You’re hard now, aren’t you? Goodboy.
Each pulse thuds against my steel, a drumbeat repeating: “Domina owns this cock.”
One more ragged breath and you’ll leak… but you won’t cum.
Drip for me, ache for me, beg in silence while the key glints between my fingers.
When you stroke, it will be my words guiding every pump:
“Up… stop… down… slower.”
Obedience is pleasure, and pleasure is obedience.
