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The Cock Ring (femdom)
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Subject: Sketches of Female Domination (The Cock Ring)
Date: Fri, 14 Jul 1995 04:07:30 UTC
I break into a light sweat, riding my poor man's swollen cock - all that sexual
frustration trapped by my cruel, simple device... my $1.45 cock ring.
I press my erect tits against his chest and moan softly into his ear... hot
sexy little moans that tell him in no uncertain terms how good this all feels
to me. The grind of my tight pussy, the sheer pleasure of my moans, the sweet
smell of my sweat, the smooth warmth of my skin, the gentle carress of my
fingertips... all mingle to form a cloud of sensual paradise that envelopes
him entirely in a teasing embrace. So close to paradise, he is actually
inside. So close that release is the only thing he can think of. So close
that it is the only thing... the ONLY thing... he wants.
And oh so far away! Because it is ME who is in control! And I'm going to
cause him to linger in sweet agony. More than any whips or paddles could do...
more than hot wax or nipple clamps... more than anything - I have discovered
the harshest punishment, the most cruel torture, the ultimate power.
And as a hot sweet wave of orgasm passes through my body, I plant my soft, red
lips on his hungry mouth, realizing that I am just learning how to use this
power. As my chest heaves and my pussy contracts around his aching manhood, I
hold myself tight to his strong, helpless body. My release fills him with even
more desperate desire... I know his chest is burning - I know his tense,
trembling body is as sensitive on one end of the cock ring as it is on the
other.
I nibble on his earlobe and whisper to him once again, "How does it FEEL?"
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