Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I’ve always been a woman of discipline, but this is next level. It’s not just No Nut November; it’s No Nutting until 2026. And my puppet, oh, my puppet is aching for it.
He’s my plaything, my obsession, my personal challenge. Every night, I tease him, stroking his shaft until he’s throbbing, begging, pleading for release. But I deny him.
Tonight, I’m in the mood for torture. I strap him into the chair, his cock already hard, already leaking. I kneel between his legs, my breath hot against his tip. “You want to cum, don’t you?” I whisper, licking a slow circle around his head. He groans, his hips jerking involuntarily. I smile, knowing I have all the power.
Much Ado About Nutting
I take him into my mouth, sucking gently, swirling my tongue around his length. He’s so close, I can feel it. His cock twitches, his balls tighten, but I pull back just in time. “Not yet,” I purr, standing up and leaving him panting.
I strip, letting him feast his eyes on my naked body. I straddle him, rubbing my wet pussy against his cock, coating him in my arousal. He’s desperate now, his breath ragged, his body trembling. I lean in, my lips brushing his ear. “2026,” I whisper. “That’s when you’ll cum. Not a moment sooner.”
I grind against him, my clit throbbing, my orgasm building. But I don’t stop. I can’t. Because this is my game, my rule, my pleasure. And I won’t let him cum until I say so. Until 2026. Until the world has turned and the seasons have changed. Until then, he’s mine to tease, mine to torment, mine to deny.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248