Orgasm Addiction: How I Took Control of His Release

It Was Written All Over His Face

He looked tired, distracted and completely strung out on the edge of something he didn’t know how to control. Brian finally confessed he had an orgasm addiction. Since he knew all about my profession as a sensual roleplay phone sex operator, he felt I was the only person he could turn to for help. I’ll be honest, I felt bad for him, I knew he could get a handle on it if he was willing to follow my guidance.

Brian confessed how it had taken over his life. His orgasm addiction came first and everything else was second to the cravings. Of course, he didn’t like feeling this need to come all the time…it wasn’t enjoyable anymore. No matter how many times he emptied himself, it never felt like enough.

His Orgasm Addiction Was Ruining His Life

I didn’t shame him, or judge, I just smiled slowly and crossed my legs. “You poor thing,” I cooed, “you’ve been wasting yourself. I think it’s time someone took control of your orgasm addiction.” Brian’s eyes widened. The second I said it, I saw the shift. His cock twitched through his pants. He didn’t just want help, he wanted someone to own him. “Sit on your hands for me, Brian, we’re going to start your lessons.” I said with total control and confidence.

Standing before him I stripped my clothing off while he watched. It was obvious his body had the reaction I was looking for. My voice the only thing touching him and his orgasm addiction. That first night, I didn’t even let him stroke. I slid into his lap, and rolled my hips against him until he came in his pants like a needy little boy. He came so fast it shocked him. “See?” I whispered into his ear, licking his jaw. “You’re already mine.”

I Taught Him How To Breath Through The Ache

I scheduled his orgasms and kept a detailed log of them. Yes, I even measured them so I could know if he was stroking without permission. Sometimes he had to beg just to edge. Other times I made him come over and over until he sobbed from release. I taught him how to hold still when his whole body was screaming for friction. That’s how you turn your orgasm addiction chaos into perfect submission. This was all about trust. Brian had to learn that he could trust that I knew what he needed.

When I wanted to amp things up. I’d tied him down and milked him with my hands, and mouth. I whispered about all the other men who couldn’t come without me. And about how he’d never be the same. Eventually, his cock would only respond to my permission. Brian could finally have his life back and his orgasm addiction was under my control. He no longer wakes up and jerks off in secret. He wakes up hard, opens his phone, and waits for a message from me. I tell him when, how, if. Sometimes I edge him for hours, telling him he’s lucky to even be allowed to ache.

Sometimes I deny him until he’s crying, and then I let him come to my count down. That’s the difference between addiction and ownership. One leaves you empty, the other leaves you ruined in the best way. He’s my favorite toy now. Thankfully, no one rewires an orgasm addiction like I do.

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