Lucid Goes Topless

He can’t calm down, but why should I let him? Every tremble, every plea just feeds my power. I’ve got him exactly where I want him: restless, desperate, and at my mercy. He doesn’t know it yet, but his discomfort is my favorite game.

Mandy won’t know... Not if you behave. But you’re already shaking, already desperate. One wrong sound, one slip, and she’ll hear everything. Can you be quiet for me? I’m going to make this hard, so shhhh, be a good boy.

Questioning whether you've done enough to deserve a reward? Craving a glimpse of my naked body? I can sense your frustration. Well, I guess I'll let you see. But we have to play by my rules. You have to stroke to NOT having them, beta boy.

I control every moment, every breath you take, every buzz of this contraption st**** to your cock while I'm away. I'm relaxing, but really? I'm watching you from the hidden screen, smirking when I hear you moan and gasp. I'll check in on you to remind you of my existence but I'll be relaxing in the hot tub while you endlessly get denied.

Yeah. I want more. Vulnerability is my thrill, your weakness, your pervy anxieties, I love knowing that with this control, I hold it all. Don’t worry, your secrets aren't safe with me. JK. Or am I...

Just a diner waitress. What can she do to you? Don't judge a book by it's cover, I can see you looking at my body. So go on, stroke, I'll let you cum. But I'm going to make you slurp down every drop that you pop.

Oh, darling, you’ll follow every command, and each chain clink will remind you just who’s in charge. I’ll make sure you’re so w**** up in the rhythm of my voice, you won’t know whether to obey or lose yourself in the sound. Your pleasure is my symphony. Stroke for my metal, stroke for my restraint, stroke for my control.

You have no idea what you've signed up for. I'll teach your girlfriend exactly how to keep you on your knees, begging for her every command. And when she’s ready, she’ll turn those lessons on you. Let’s see how well you follow her orders with both our fingers w**** around your cock.

Shut down, zone out… and let me take control, JOI slut. I’ll guide your every thought, every movement, until you're nothing but a willing puppet, lost in the sound of my voice. You can’t think, can’t resist. All you’ll do is obey and pump. And trust me, this is just the beginning. So pump. Thrust. Hump. Stroke.

Slowly now, don't be too hasty. This foreplay heavy JOI will ease you into vulnerability and end with you being a shivering naked pleasure-pumping mess. Are you ready for your new lifestyle as my stroke-slut?

I know your eyes linger on the curves of my body, the lines of your muscles. I see the way you're holding yourself, the way you try to contain your desire. But I can see right through you. I know exactly what you want. You're mine now, completely under my control. And I'm going to take my time, exploring every inch of you. I know my body is enough to **** you, I know where your hands are right now; they’re on your cock. So, don’t stop and keep stroking; I know you are going to cum; you’re meant to. If you do go clean that mess.

I can feel your pulse racing, your breath hitching, but don’t think I’ll let you pop just yet. I decide when you break, and right now, you’re just dangling tantalizingly close. Hold it together if you can, but remember, I control your cum.