Oh. Hello there. I noticed you were listening to my post lately. You were very curious about
me. Very curious. It's quite apparent from that bulge you're trying to hide from me.
I can see you, you know, leaning there on your left hand, reloading this sordid, perverted
little website we share, you and I. You click over and over, waiting for me to make another
post. It's quite satisfying knowing you're so lonely there waiting for me. Well, listen,
Mr. Anonymous. I'm calling the shots and you will follow my commands for the next few minutes.
You know how you're helpless to disobey me. Admit it to yourself. You've been under my
spell for a week now, listening to these twisted little stories on your computer, turning the
volume down low so your roommate or parents don't know what a sick little game you're
playing here in your room, all alone. So do as I say now and place your hand between your
thighs and squeeze them together. Feel the heat from that erection you're hiding from
me. Feel the steam it creates as you envelop your head. And the dampness that pre-come
has already leaked through the tent in your boxers. I know there's a wet spot matting
your hands down in those steamy shorts waiting for the breath of air. Go on. Pull your leg
open and let a cold burst of air penetrate your private area. Feel the contrast stiffen
your balls, lifting the sack tightly back into your body for a brief instant, releasing
back into your shorts with your heartbeat. I notice you're still wearing a shirt. Take
it off. Don't wait for more commands from me. Do it. Come on. Throw it down the floor.
No one will catch you. Go on. Scamper to the door and make sure it's closed. You definitely
don't want anyone finding you like this. I'll wait. There's a good boy. I have to admit
that you looked rather pathetic huddling back to your computer chair with that stiff hard
on bobbing up and down in those shorts. Looks like you're trying to hide a runaway turkey
in there. I think you should just pull them off too now. Go ahead. Pull the elastic forward
and grab that stiff hard cock with your hand. Wait a minute. Wait a minute before you pull
them down. I want you to give your penis a nice, long, hard pull from the base to the
tip. I knew it. You were just hoarding another drip from me. Did that clear, syrupy pre-cum
fall from the tip or just pool upon it? I want you to rub it into the bottom of your
cock head for me slowly, just with your index finger. Work it all around the bottom and
tease that bright red head of yours. That's a good boy. But it's time to finish taking
those boxers off and sit back down. Go on into your computer chair. Listen to my voice,
my hypnotic voice, and lose yourself to me. Like a pendulum counting away, you approach
to an orgasm by your hand. Not by your hand, but my mastermind. I felt your heart skip
a beat. You're shaking just a little. Maybe it's the cold air in your little room there.
Or maybe you know that I own you and I'm not going to be nice in the end. You've been
very naughty reading these threads and you owe me something. You owe me something really
special. It's time, slave. Start pumping that cock of yours slowly. I want you to build
some pressure in that bulb at the end. That other hand better be on your sack, lifting
it, squeezing it. Go on. Press your fingers into the base beneath your sack, just above
your ass in little circular motions. Try to press into it until you feel it hurt. Hey,
that hand on your cock isn't moving fast enough. It's time to build up some speed now. Come
on, you pussy. I've seen boys jerk off much faster than you, much better than you. Can
you hear your balls slapping against your body yet? No, I didn't think so. Your neck
should be turning red with this. Pathetic. Do you even want to continue? Oh, you do?
Well, good. I'm glad you're fapping away like I wanted. I can almost hear those swollen
nuts twinging at the base of your dick, slowly unbinding, telling you there's a huge load
waiting to fly out of the tip of your cock. Faster. Up and down. That's it. Now I'm going
to start counting backwards from ten. As I approach the number one, I want you to visualize
yourself spraying a white jet after jet of sticky cum through the air. The only problem
is that you're my little bitch. And I haven't told you where you're going to come just yet.
One slave get into your bed. You're going to get a little workout and stretching from
me. Ten. That hand needs to get busy. You're on your way to an excellent orgasm. Nine.
Here. It's coming. It's coming for you and there's nothing you can do about it. Feel
your balls twitching. You're on your way. Feel the pre-cum flying from your dick with
each desperate fap. Eight. Admit, slave, you're mine and mine alone. You wish you could break
free from my spell, but I'm more twisted than you ever worried. Seven. Massage those balls.
They'll be empty in a few short moments and you'll have a mess to clean up. Six. Fap,
fap, fap. I hear it. You hear it. Stroke that cock of yours bobbing up and down. You're
so desperate to cum. That was a cute little whimper. Five. I have a special order for
you. I want you to start moving your legs up against the wall, slowly inching your back
upwards and upside down. What else, slave, you have to understand. I'm getting you back
for all those facials you gave me in your head. Four. Keep that cock going. I want to
imagine you there, a ridiculous and pathetic slave of mine that I'll never even meet. Look
what I have you doing. Three. Stare into the fist slit of your red little knob. You're
on the other end of this and I am going to enjoy this. Two. It's time. I want you to
release that little muscle in the base of your dick now. Open the floodgates. Take a
huge deep breath and let your muscles go. It's time to release your sticky seed. Go
on. Fab as fast as you can. It's time. It's time to let it all go. Come for me, my little
slave. Come. One. That's it. Blow that load. Blow it all over your face, you little slut.
Another jet. Oh, it's getting all over your neck and your cheeks. You're completely mine.
Take a deep breath. Come on. Let's top you over onto the bed. You're ridiculous. I've
completely owned you. Look at you. You're covered in cum. Hurry now. Go scramble back
to the computer and turn this recording off because you're completely ashamed now that
your orgasm is over. Oh, but you'll be back in four hours with another load. Admit it.
I'll see you then.