Marisol Price

My voice slides through a glass and finds the place you try to hide. Stroke by stroke, sigh by sigh, I wrap you tighter until the only thing you feel is my control. Will you let me take you over or will you try to fight what I already own?

Oh, you already can’t take your eyes off of them? Figures. You want to stroke? Not yet. Just watch. Watch as I press them together... slow, and deliberate. That’s right, desperate little toy, all you can do is obey.

Relationships are about give and take, right? I give the orders, you take them. Sure, I can be your girlfriend... if you can be my slave.

Don’t worry, you’re safe here. Just you, me and the way my voice melts through you. Go ahead, start. Slow. Feel it. Not too fast... just enough to let your mind spiral. Breathe with me. Let the need build until it’s all you can think about. No resisting now... you’re mine for the night.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Good boy. Keep your eyes on me... right here, between them. Watch the slow, swirl... back and forth... deeper into my voice. Feel it wrap around your thoughts, slipping past your defenses. Good... focus. Surrender. You belong to me now.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

New? So, what is a JOI, you might ask. It's watching you struggle to obey, caught between control and surrender. That shy unzip and the initial embarrassment. The wet stroking and desire to handfuck yourself to my body. Yes. This is my fetish.

You fell in love with no more than just a little spell and a thought. That rush flooding your chest, that pulse in your throat, that twitch you’re trying so hard to hide. It hit you harder than you expected. One taste of me and now you’re spiraling, caught between that aching crush and the electric rush that comes with being at my mercy.

Drift away. Let that stress melt off of you with my virtual fingers stroking your cock until you melt into bliss. JOI boy, you just want to forget about your woes and stroke for a beautiful mistress. Let me take you. Let me control you.

You haven't been stroking the way I asked you to. Were you nervous or just hoping I'd make you wait? Come closer, slowly... I want to watch that anticipation build. You’re not here to talk; you’re here to please. And if you’re lucky, I might let you earn a smile. Earn a stroke. Earn your pleasure, JOI clipslut.

You know what’s coming. Teasing, control, denial. That sweet ache you live for. You don’t have to think; you don’t have to decide. You just follow my voice, my rhythm, and my rules. This isn’t about release. It’s about surrender.

The pantyhose. The pencil skirts. The hot breath on your neck as she leans over to help you. The strict attitude and firm eyes. You got the hots for teacher and you're weak in the knees. What happens when I find you in the bathroom after class stroking? This.

I've got something to tell you. A secret even, maybe. Lean in. Really close. Closer. Okay. First, start to take off all your clothes. Haha. No, no "buts". Just do it and then we'll get to the fun part.

Are you ready gooner boy? You want to be my good boy? My loyal little stroking slut? This is how you win at gooning, this is how you become my dedicated pump puppet.