Marisol Price

Look at you, already sitting up straight the second I walk in. Eyes forward, back perfect, not a single twitch. You’ve been trained too well. I don’t even have to say a word anymore. One glance and you know exactly what I expect. Someone really wants me to touch their cock again, huh?

You listen so carefully when I speak. I like that. Every word settles somewhere deep, shaping the way you think without you realizing it. You call it curiosity, I call it conditioning. The more you try to resist, the more you prove how well I’ve trained you. So, when I ask you to do something, don't even think: say yes.

You ever notice how we keep ending up here? Same room, same talk, same “punishment.” At this point, I’m starting to think you like detention more than you admit. Maybe the lesson isn’t working... or maybe you just like how I teach it after hours.

I like watching your eyes struggle to keep up. You tell yourself to look away, but you never do. Every time I move, your attention follows like a shadow. It’s flattering, really. You can’t help it, can you? Addiction. Fall in, deeper, stroke and hold my gaze. Don't look down.

I didn’t quite sign up for a staring competition but look at where we are now.

You keep pretending this is just friendly attention, don’t you? That the way you look at me, all innocent. I can feel you fighting it, trying to act normal. But we both know you’ve already given yourself away. You’re thinking about it right now, aren’t you? Go ahead see how long you can pretend when my hands slip past your zipper and take hold of what you've been craving.

Look at you, trying to act unfazed. I can see the way you react, the way your confidence flickers every time I speak. You call it embarrassment, I call it awareness. That’s progress. Still think you can handle my attention? I'm about to break you.

Welcome to my chaos. Where I want you to lose brain cells. I built this place for fun, for curiosity, for a little mischief. You’ll laugh, you’ll question your actions, and you’ll come back for more. Rinse. Repeat. You get more gooned and stupid every time. There’s something addictive about unpredictability, isn’t there? Go on, step inside, let your clothes melt off and see what happens next.

I like honesty. There's nothing more honest about how your body reacts to my hand. I like knowing that you’d rather disappoint yourself than me. That’s what devotion looks like quiet, steady, a little bit dangerous. I don’t need promises; I can see it in the way you wait. Tell me, are you loyal... or just addicted?

They told me to “practice,” do good book smarts, so I found the perfect subject... You. A submissive boy. It’s funny how easily you follow, how quickly you learn what I want without me saying much. So what do you say? Come home with me after school and lets do some homework inside your pants.

We make quite the team, don’t we? Two different styles of slowly pulling this hosiery across your body, one purpose to see how far we can push your fetish. It’s almost an experiment. You think you’re observing us, but we’re the ones watching you. You’re still here for a reason. You just don’t want to say it yet.

It’s late. I should probably stop talking, but I won’t. I like this, just you, me, and the quiet hum of the night. You’re restless, but calm at the same time. That’s my favorite kind of tension. Stay here a little longer. You might start to understand why once I tell you to unzip your pants. Go on. Stroke. Yes. Right fucking now. No, I won't fuck you, I'm going to goon you.

You thought this was temporary, didn’t you? A one-month challenge, a little thrill. But commitment doesn’t end when the calendar flips. Once you start, it stays with you, discipline, patience, restraint. The pulsing feeling of being locked away... Be honest, don’t you kind of miss it already?

You say you’re new to this. So how about I edge you for literally an hour straight? The way you ask questions, second-guess yourself, it’s endearing. I like watching you stumble and recover. It means you’re learning, paying attention, I mean how could you not when I throw you off the deep end like this?

So Locktober just came to an end... I'll leave the choice to you. Freedom or another month? Let me play with you while I talk. Try not to cum and if you lose, how about I’ll lock you back up.

I think we should do this more often. I tie you up, and you stay faithful while I’m gone. Stay useful in the dark, my beloved cucky boyfriend. I'm going to work you up, leave you hear, and let you watch as I get fucked senseless in the next room.

Someone like me... Quiet. Unsuspecting. Beautiful and you can't help but look. Imagine my secret, that once I tell you, you'll collapse at your knees for my favorite night time hobby. You're fucked, once we're alone, and you can see the real me.

I've finally unlocked you and I bet you're just craving to cum. I'm going to give you two choices as I watch you crack... Cum here, or there? Then when you finally spill, you’ll eat every drop of your shame. So are you ready to fully surrender in this situation?

I just love watching you before, during, and after... Those desperate hands. How about I make you ruin it again and again and again... How long before you beg for more?

One, two, WOAH, you came already?

When was the last time you wanted to explode from just looking? No way... Has it really been that long? I don’t think I’m that mean... Fine, you can let yourself lose control. Cum for me. Get lost in my tit spell.