Marisol Price

How long has it been since? Twenty minutes? 30? Did you miss my lips, my mouth, my tongue... I want to milk you with my throat. And again... and again. Just sucking your cock until you can't take it anymore, but you can only finish when I decide you’ve earned it.

Enjoy the feeling of being owned. Because freedom? That’s just a fantasy. You're my blackmail boy, and one wrong move, and all the information that I hold will be exposed. You made the mistake of sending this to me in the first place. Now you're stuck.

Your place is: collared, obedient, aching, gooning, zombie brained, whore. Funny how quickly you break. We turned you on, we make you goon to an eternal stroking, and we're sorry, we're not sorry.

That perfect mix of eager obedience and just a hint of desperation. If he keeps that vibe right, maybe I’ll let him taste a little reward or be denied. But if he slips up? And he'll be begging for mercy instead.

Still begging for my voice, my commands, my control? Remember, every whisper, every order is a test. There's something about watching you stroke for me. Tell me, how do you feel when you're at home stroking to my tits, my body, my voice. Are you a newbie, a veteran goon boy? Tell me about you.

I’m new to this, but don’t mistake my hesitation for weakness. I’m already loving how easy it is to have him wrapped around my finger. You never thought your girlfriend would want to make you jerk off to porn. And honestly? I’m just getting started.

He thinks he stands a chance. I’m already three moves ahead, twisting him, pinning him, making him beg for mercy, that’s my wrestling technique. Every hold, every grip is a lesson in who’s really in control. Spoiler: It’s me.

Star Trek lovers will love this. I crossed galaxies in stilettos just to claim you, and now, you’re mine to command, tease, and make you stroke. Resistance is adorable but pointless. Now worship your Commander properly.

Only a true devotee knows the price. Luxury isn’t just about things, it’s about power, control, and total surrender. You don’t just pay me, you pay to be mine. How far are you willing to go? To earn the term pay piggy, to be at my bec and call.

He's so fresh and completely clueless. And don't worry, I'm here to break him in nice and slow, and he won’t forget these denial tactics, the build up and let go. He may be inexperienced, but he's always mine.

Oh, your eyes went straight to my chest? Tsk. Typical. That’s exactly why you’re under me drooling, dizzy, and desperate for permission to breathe. I can get used to this... controlling you, JOI slut.

Look at you panting for release but locked up tight. That desperate ache? It’s your favorite punishment, isn’t it? Good. Because I’m delighted to keep you on edge. Ready to prove just how much you love being my prisoner?

He's so good at playing innocent, but I see right through that quiet act. This predicament will push his limits, all I have to do is just fondle his cock while it's stuck like this and he'll yelp and plead. I bet it hurts. Good.

Keep your hands steady and your eyes on me. Obedience is the only way. You have my permission to stroke. Now, prove that you can handle this tease as I undress.

You? Just another canvas, begging for my touch. A gooner with a brain meant for reprogramming to a new lifestyle of porn addiction. I’ll paint you with control, shade you with desire, and frame you forever in my collection of perfect submission. Ready to be my next masterpiece?

Remember this classic? I’m back to dumb you down using my hands and make you cum. Smart is overrated when you’re under my control. So shut up, focus, and let me remind you who really owns that pretty little mind.

You’ve had it too easy, pet. No more excuses, no more slacking. I'm here to break those bad habits with my rules, my rhythm, and my hand. If you're lucky, I might just fix you into the proper slave.

Every moan, every plea, it’s all part of your lesson. You earned each stroke with your obedience, and now it’s time to feel the consequences of pleasing me. Brace your cock.

I know you are desperate for just a glimpse, beta loser. But you don’t get that privilege. No touching, no seeing... just drool, just stroke, just whiney desperate bitch boy who wants his mistress's tits. That’s all you’re worthy of a tease.

You can plead, you can protest, or pretend you don’t understand, but it won’t change a thing. I don’t need your excuses, and I certainly don’t need your permission. You exist to obey... the rest? Don’t know, don’t care.