Edging-Gooning-Edging-Gooning
Lost all track of time. Stroking and stopping, stroking and stopping. Right to the edge for me. Stupid for me. Goon goon gooning. Begging to be taken over. Begging for complete loss of control. Edging into oblivion. Too hot to stop. Goon gooner, goon for me. Work it up, hold it back. Stupid silly gooner.
How proud are you for beating your personal best ‘locked up cock record’ and holding back orgasm all. for. ME? What was your favorite part? The mind fucking, the tease and denial, or being instructed to publicly broadcasting your humiliation all over social media?
Do you think I am going to reward you with an orgasm? That would only be the fair thing to do before I lock you in your nub cage. But do I ever play fair? Will my whore fuck wifey? Will whore cum? Or will whore be left in suspense at my mercy?
How many hours have you been edging yourself, gooning over me, mind fucking yourself. You don’t even know, you’re lost in yourself and lost in the desire.
Stupid and eager, ready to cum at the snap of my fingers. No countdown, nothing. So worked it that a snap is all it takes to explode.
I plant my seed and I watch it grown with each stroke. Keep going, tugging, gooning, going going going, dripping and throbbing for me. You don’t want to stop. You are my gooning bitch for as long as I command it.
Do you realize how mind numbingly easy boys are to control?
You make it so stupid easy for me. You goon and you drool. You can’t help yourself. So pathetic. You’re mind fucking your own self to me. Keep edging, keep stroking. Always chasing my sweet release.
You earned this release. And soon you will be collared and given the honor to be mine forever. My good boy, forever and always. Til de ath do us part. Enjoy your slow, sensual, guided release. It’s going to be a long time before I again allow you to do something for yourself.
