Alvin Submits And Explodes

Hello, naughty ones. I’m still thinking about last Saturday night. Sweet, clueless Alvin came over for what he thought would be a regular movie night. Minutes later, his wrists were cuffed to my headboard while I orchestrated the “most amazing,” according to him, forced orgasm control session of his life. I enjoyed it as well. And of course, I’m ready to tell you all about it.

I answered the door wearing nothing but a smile. Then I led him straight to my bedroom, stripped and blindfolded him, and slid soft rope around his ankles until he was spread wide on the bed.

The hum of the vibrator made him gasp before I even touched him with it. And he tensed when I let the naughty toy hover a hair’s breadth above his cock. Just close enough to tease, but far away enough to deny. Each time his hips jerked for contact, I tightened the cuffs and whispered how I’d decide when he got more pleasure. That’s like an appetizer of sorts in forced orgasm control.

The first touch was barely a kiss of silicone against his frenulum, gone before his moan could form. Pre-cum slowly leaked from his cock, proof of how powerful denial can be.

Forced Orgasm Control Is Such A Rush

The high I experienced teasing Alvin wasn’t unlike the rush I get from indulging a certain naughty gentleman, or should I say his giantess kink confession. With Alvin, first, it was five seconds with the toy on, and then 10 seconds off. Then seven on and 12 off. While I was doing that, I was also working a lubed finger in his ass. I curled it just enough to brush his prostate whenever I pressed the toy against the swollen head of his cock.

When he begged for release, I rewarded him by locking the vibrator in place against his cock while I slowly fucked his ass with two fingers. He came hard with a strangled groan. So many ropes of cum landed on his belly while I kept the vibrator and my fingers going. And watching him try to twist away and failing is why forced orgasm control is such a turn on for me.

As soon as his breathing slowed down, I started again, removing the blindfold so he could watch me drip lube down his shaft.

I’m into the way submission lingers in a man’s eyes when he’s given himself to me. Each firm stroke that stopped a breath before climax left Alvin cursing and pleading. And every flinch when my fingertips grazed his sensitive cock after he exploded was so sexy.

By the third orgasm, Alvin lay spent and whispered “thank you” like a prayer, and I smiled. I knew he’d feel phantom vibrations the rest of the night. A reminder that I decided when his pleasure began and ended.

Think you can handle a forced orgasm control session with me? Call me, and I’ll decide exactly when—and how many times—you explode for me.