Lucid Dreaming

If you could survive a whole month in Locktober, another 15 days is a piece of cake, hell, why not two months? The goal is to push past your limits until you completely forget what an orgasm feels like. Stay locked, boy. This is only the beginning.

Tried to rewire his brain with pain-to-pleasure training, but my pathetic little sub folded instantly. Now he’s stuck blue-balled and whining while I enjoy every second of his denial. These means strings are like faux chastity and my edging tactics cold as metal too.

Real sissy sluts aren't born, they're carefully crafted, starting right here on day one. From the moment you sit down, you stop being him and start becoming her. Every minute you spend under my control just makes you hornier and hungrier

Think you could handle three of us ganging up on you? Tickle attack means no breaks, no mercy. You will be laughing, moaning, and crying for mercy within seconds. Zero escape.

I miss you but nothing comes easy with me. You can get close though, why wouldn't you? My feet are right here, waiting.

Is it worse to have your dick edged to the absolute limit, or to get tickled right when you’re about to leak? Sylvie and I had one mission today: total, unadulterated frustration and make sure doesn't get a single second of peace.

Bedtime. Just you, me, and the quiet understanding that you belong at my feet. No pressure, no expectation. Just kiss my heels and let everything else melt away. You want to be better for me, don't you?

Do exactly what I do. I edge him, you edge yourself. I tease him, you tease yourself. That's the deal. Follow along perfectly and maybe, maybe, I'll let you finish.

Your entire world just shrunk down to your hand, your cock, and my voice running the show. Sink all the way into it and let yourself go totally mindless. I know you didn't even make it to the end of this sentence before you started jerking off. Don't stop now.

38 minutes. Edge after edge and he really thought he was getting a happy ending. Plot twist, I ruined it. Completely. That look on his face is everything.

I can spot a submissive man from a mile away. Into my dungeon, into my cuffs, into my cage, and suddenly he feels more at home than anywhere else. I can make them do whatever I want. Trapped and desperate for more. I'm pretty good at this.

We're supposed to be friends helping each other pass the test, and they can't even do our notes properly? Tickling, edging, fucking them with a vibrator until they get it. I hope they've learned their lesson by now.

Your head under my thighs, smushing you, smothering you in me. This is exactly where a desperate horny slut belongs.

This is what happens when you steal from me. I don't call the cops, I call you to my dungeon edging you until you’re sobbing and begging. Justice feels incredible this way, at least for me. Go ahead, stroke to it, you'd probably steal from me too just for this treatment.

Funny how he struggles so hard, as if winning was ever an option. Bare feet on his cock, hands teasing his nipples, edging him until he's a panting mess. Completely beaten, completely drained, and still thinks he's the lucky one.

Chained to the floor, collar snug around his neck, while I tell you exactly what someone else gets to do to me tonight. Being a locked and chained cuckold looks good on you. Helpless, hard, and watching.

He actually thought he will be getting head? Cute. Instead, he gets my hand around his shaft, my tongue hovering just inches from his tip, and hours of absolute edging, Only to finish him off with a weak little cumshot he definitely didn't earn.

Once you're caught in Lucid's gaze, it's over, she has you, and you're fucked.

Being systematically undone. You’ll leave tonight blue-balled but unable to stop thinking about me, haunting yourself as you touch, still reeling from my edging technique. I’ll never let you stop, leather gimp.

Don't you dare take your hand off your cock the whole time. Why need a pussy if you have me? Now goon, beta loser, goon. That's all you're good for.