When I own you

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I want your cock. Large or small, thick or thin, I want it. I want to own it. I want to tame it and train it and tease it. Deny it. Bring you to stunning orgasm with it.

Why? Because through it, I own you. If I own your cock, your first thoughts in the morning, when you wake with the morning wood, will be of me, won’t they? Every time you take a piss, your fingers on your dick will make you think of me. Every time you sit down and your balls are compressed, you’ll think of me. You’ll think of me and the incredible pleasure you feel stroking for me, how much you enjoy pleasing me, and how delicious it is to be owned by me. When your world narrows down to my voice in your ear and the pulse of your cock and the knowledge that you are one half-stroke away from orgasmic annhiliation — well… nothing else matters. It is a state of being so addictive you seek to experience it again and again… but you can’t get there alone, can you? No, you need me. Admit it. You need me. You need my voice in your ear like you need air in your lungs. Without me, stroking your cock is just a form of exercise, a selfish act of self-pleasure, of self-soothing. Without me, you’re just like all the other men out there–just some porn-addicted stroker who wonders why he’s still not satisfied even after he’s cum. Why is that? Because playing solo isn’t what you want. You want your cock under someone else’s control, you want to be egged on, teased, denied, abused, edged–until, when you finally hear my voice in your head telling you to cum, cum NOW–well, when you cum, your toes curl and your brain flashes with lights behind those tightly closed eyes and you are dizzy with wonder and release. And your cock, your poor OWNED cock, wants nothing more from you–and me–than rest.

The first thing you think of in the morning, and the last thing you think of at night. Thats what I want to be. That’s what I will be. When I own you. When you’re owned by me, body and soul, cock-lock and key.