No Cumming Allowed $ Ache to the Thought of Me

Listen carefully, you filthy tramps.

Every free second you get, waiting in line, sitting on the toilet, lying in bed before sleep, scrolling your phone like the pathetic little cock-slut you are, you will edge for me. No porn. No other fantasies. Just me. Picture me looking down at you while you stroke that soft, leaking little thing. Imagine my voice telling you what a desperate, needy boy you are. Think about how I would tease the tip, smear your precum around, then stop the second you get too close. Feel that ache building. Keep yourself right on the edge, panting, hips twitching, balls full and heavy… and then stop. Squeeze. Breathe. Start again. You don’t get to cum. You edge because the thought of me owning your orgasms turns you on more than anything else. Every time your cock throbs and you have to deny yourself, whisper my name. Every time precum drips down your shaft, thank me for letting you stay desperate and controlled. Your free time belongs to me now. Use it to train that sissy cock into a constant, leaking reminder of who it belongs to. Edge. Ache. Stay soft and needy for me. Understood?

Goddess Minxy will take care of that useless clit of yours.

If you cum, you owe me double the base tribute on my page.