Marisol Price

Oh, you need me. You need my hand to help you cum, maybe just even my voice.. because you can't do a thing but feel me and obey. I love watching you struggle, looking so thirsty to leak that cum all over yourself for me. So, will you be my gimp? My sex toy? My doll? I need a forever boy.

Hold my gaze as you stroke. Don't look away. Let it all out, your fear, your pleasure, your anxiety, just melt away into my grasp.

You’re a JOI addict. You’re a slave to my voice, aren't you? Every stroke is a prayer to your Goddess. Keep stroking that dick for your Mistress and remind yourself: you live to please me.

For what, you may ask? Well my new years resolution of course. You. My weak obedient sub, willing to take on any JOI challenge I present. So you're going to be a good boy and try this 30 day challenge, right? No matter what?

Your fetish has a name, and it's mine. I know when you see me, all you think is to stroke. Go deeper into your fetish and think of me... your fetish is your fetish, but it starts and ends with Marisol. Stay zoned out and obsessed. Stroking. Gooning. Losing yourself. For me.

Slow down. I’m not impressed by speed, I’m interested in control. I watch every choice you make, every pause, every moment you wonder if you’re doing it right for me. I haven’t corrected you yet. I let the tension teach you. Go on, show me how you stroke.

You made it past the easy part. Just pump pump pumping your cock. But level two is where listening turns into responding, where you start to notice how quickly your body reacts to my tone, my pauses, the way I let silence do half the work. I don't rush you. I train you. I reward focus. I punish wandering thoughts by taking my attention away. So will you behave?

Level one isn’t about obedience. It’s about awareness, admitting your addiction, realizing how easily my voice pulls your focus, how quickly you start waiting for permission you haven’t been given. It is important to just keep stroking and stroking, but don't you dare cum yet, because I have another level for you to play.

Tonight starts with a little bit of bullying and humiliation, don't you think? So when I say you're a bitch boy, I expect you to make a puddle.

Does it feel like I’m miles away? Or am I getting closer... Notice how easy it is to drift when I’m talking, forget about this space and lose yourself in my voice. That’s how I know I got you where I want you to be... my fingers virtually wrapped around your cock, using you, and you obeying.

I make the rules now, everyone's settled into their cabins and tucking away for the night. I have a challenge for you, peeping tom. Yeah. I know you've been watching me. Ready or not, welcome to my game, my pleasure, and you’ll be playing exactly how I say.

Most don’t even earn my attention, let alone my proximity. But you... you’re tempting me with your desperation. Come closer, and maybe I’ll consider letting you into my special club. Just understand one thing, darling: once you’re mine, there’s no going back. Now get naked, get ready, and let go.

Are you craving for a release? A wet, drippy load to spill all over yourself. Come here loser. I’m starting the countdown, and you’ll follow every second. Don’t blink, don’t breathe, and don’t think. I'm going to humiliate you with this pleasure you love oh so much.

You hired me to organize your schedule, you didn’t realize I’d end up organizing you. Face it, darling, I’m not just your secretary. I’m the woman who runs your office, your focus, and every delicious stroke you make is mine to control.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

“Will you marry me?” Real questions. Real answers. Cute. Do you think you have what it takes? You already know the answer when you kneel for your mistress. Maybe it's chastity, maybe it's a collar, maybe it's just a spoken forever... What would life be like happily ever after with Marisol Price?