In my personally curated domain here on the internet, I reign supreme as a sinfully talented JOI cocktease. Men from all across the world, with their varied desires and needs, come to me seeking guidance and seduction that I can provide. They crave my attention, the sweet sound of my voice, and my often creatively wild imagination.
Why I Love Being A JOI Cocktease
It all began as an innocent curiosity, a way to pass the time and perhaps make a few extra bucks. Little did I know that my sweetly devilish voice and vivid imagination would captivate so many. They come to me with their wallets open and their pants unzipped, ready to dive into the world of my creation. I’m the puppeteer pulling the strings of their arousal, and they are my devoted marionettes, eager to do my bidding.
I love making them squirm, their focus glued to me as I play with them. They’re like putty in my hands, malleable to the whims of my words. With each tease, I paint a picture of sinful scenes so vivid they can almost feel the heat of my breath on their skin, the gentle brush of my lips against their ears, whispering sweet nothings that lead to an eruption of ecstasy in their minds.
I’ve mastered reading their desperate pleas, their crude messages filled with hope and lust. I cherry-pick the ones that amuse me, the ones whose desperation is ripe and ready to be toyed with. I lead them through a labyrinth of teasing scenarios, each more exciting than the last, making their cocks throb with anticipation.
Our Sessions Began Innocently Enough
One such soul was Alex. He stumbled upon my profile in a late-night haze of hormones and solitude. Thirsting for JOI cocktease! He was a handsome man, with a charming smile and a body that could make the angels weep. (By the way thank you for those pics Alex…they were inspiring!) Yet, he was as predictable as they come. He thought he was the first to find me, the first to taste the forbidden fruit I offered. Oh, how wrong he was.
Our sessions began innocently enough. I’d be sweet to him talk about his day, slowly asking him to tell me about the little things that turned him on. His voice grew thicker with every word, his breathing more ragged as he described his fantasies. It was a dance of power, one that he eagerly stepped into without realizing he was dancing with the devil herself.
I’d instruct him to touch himself, to stroke his cock with the excitement of a new lover. His hands would shake as he followed my every command, his eyes glazing over with the need to please me. No longer just wanting to cum, but wanting to earn that privilege from me. And oh, how he pleased me, watching him unravel at the seams. I’d coo sweetly, praising him for his obedience, all the while knowing that he was mine to manipulate.
Your Cock Is Begging For Me
The weeks turned into months, and our sessions grew more intense. I’d have him on the edge of orgasm, only to pull back at the last moment, leaving him gasping for more. The thrill of having him suffer for me was intoxicating. The more he begged, the more I enjoyed the control I had over him.
One evening, I decided to up the ante. I told Alex to put on a blindfold and wait for my instructions. His breathing grew erratic, his heart pounding in his chest. I could almost feel the heat of his desire through the computer screen.
“Imagine my soft, delicate fingers tracing the length of your shaft,” I teased. “Your cock is begging for me, isn’t it?” by now this JOI cocktease hooks have burrow very deep.
“Y-yes,” he stuttered.
“Good boy. Now, tell me, Alex, how badly do you want to cum for me?”
“I-I want it so badly, Mistress,” he whined.
“Mmm, I bet you do,” I teased. “But not yet. First, I want you to imagine my wet, warm mouth wrapping around your cock, sucking you deep, tasting every inch.”
Alex groaned, and I knew he was lost to me.
“Now, I want you to imagine my hand, squeezing you, playing with your balls, as you edge closer and closer to the precipice of pleasure. But remember, you can’t cum until I say so.”
He followed my instructions to the letter, his breathing shallow, his body taut with need. I reveled in his obedience, his desperation to please me. It was a satisfying feeling, one that no amount of money could ever replicate.
As time went on, Alex’s sessions grew more frequent, more intense. He’d pay me exorbitant amounts for the chance to feel the warmth of our intimate realm, the sweet sting of my words. And every time, I’d leave him begging for more.
A Voice In The Dark
Almost daily Alex begs for me to be more than just his secret JOI cocktease. It’s amusing but then I must remind him of the very important truth.
“Alex,” I said sweetly, “you know I can never truly be yours. I’m a forbidden treat, a voice in the dark. That’s what makes this so special. A pleasure to have for a short time, but one that can never be tamed and kept by one man”.
He was silent for a moment before his voice grew a little shaky “You’re just such a cocktease,” he sighed.
I laughed, a dark, seductive sound that seemed to echo through the void. “Yes, never claimed to be anything else . Did I?”
With a click of the mouse, I ended the call, leaving him there, alone and unsatisfied. He’d never know the true extent of my power, the depths of my depravity. This is our little secret, one that keeps him coming back for more.
Because in the end, that’s what they all want. To be teased by the untouchable, to crave the unattainable. And as long as there were desperate men like Alex, I’d be here, ready to lead them through the garden of temptation, one sinful stroke at a time.
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I’m often ask why I like being dominant and what I think makes me a good JOI cocktease. So I did my best with this piece to get those feelings into writing. In addition to my post here you can check out my voice and hear just how excited this particular topic makes me. Check out my audio submitted this week on Literotica here!
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