The Control Queen Games – Let’s Play Tonight!

Im the control queen you never saw coming.

My boyfriend didn’t think I could possibly edge him or bring him to the brink of begging. Undoubtedly that is what the control queen knows exactly how to twist pleasure and agony into something addictive and mind-altering. Which is exactly what I do. When I told him I had a game for him, he was more than eager to lay on the bed, blindfolded and naked, just like I asked. Then I stripped down to my little thong, tied my hair back in a ponytail. Undoubtedly I was going to show him exactly what the control queen is capable of.

I let the ends of my hair trail over his body and exhaled over his chest, pressing soft, slow kisses across his skin and layering flicks of my tongue until he shivered. I took my time. That’s the art of being the control queen: ruthless patience and I had it in spades.

After licking close to the base of his cock, I exhaled again—he groaned.

The control queen doesn’t rush. I turned my lips to graze the shaft, then flattened my tongue and licked slowly up, savoring the way he tensed and trembled. He knew the rule—touch me, and I stop. That’s when I really started blowing him. I drooled all over his cock. I gagged on him, let my throat tighten and swallow around his shaft until he twitched uncontrollably. He tried not to thrust, and that made it all the more satisfying. The control queen owns every sound, every twitch, every desperate breath. I sucked him like I was starved and right as he cried out that he was about to cum, I pulled away, panting.

He begged me to keep going. Groaned when I said no, but his breathing slowed eventually… and then I wrapped my hand around him. No buildup this time. I jerked him fast, focused, knowing exactly how to make him crumble. My hand worked his shaft, my thumb teasing the head, my fingers cupping his balls. He was moaning, thrusting, precum spilling over my fingers—and I stopped again.

The control queen gives and takes at her whim.

“Be a good boy for the control queen,” I whispered, “or you won’t get to cum at all.” He nodded, trembling, trying not to beg. I straddled him slowly—not to ride him, not yet—but to grind on him, slick and needy. Letting my soaked pussy rub against his cock, sliding it against his stomach.  I moaned low and deep, letting him feel everything without giving him anything.

His breath hitched. “Are you going to fuck me?” he asked. “When I decide you’ve earned it,” I murmured. Finally when he broke, trembling and cursing I smiled. The control queen had him wrapped around her finger. I guided his cock into my pussy and the sound he made was absolutely filthy. He was already close. I rode him slow, savoring every stretch, every whimper. I reminded him of the rule again—if the control queen doesn’t cum first, no one cums. He reached up blindly, groping for my breasts, finally finding them, licking and sucking my nipples while I rolled my hips and rubbed my clit.

The control queen deserved to be worshipped, and he knew it.

He bucked harder, faster, breathless and on the edge again. I tugged his hair and let the pain blend with pleasure. My orgasm hit hard, my moans spilling as I clenched around him. “You may cum,” I whispered, voice raw. “You’ve pleased your control queen.” He lost it, gripping my hips and fucking up into me like he was possessed. His cock throbbed, filling me with heat, spilling every drop like a good, obedient boy.

And now it’s your turn.

Can you handle the control queen, because next is your very own cock cage training session?

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