My Submissive Male Whore’s Orgasm Control Journey

Our Journey

If you didn’t know, I have a submissive male whore I make edge. I control his orgasms, make him obedient, and make him do as I say, like eat me out after getting fucked and having other men cum in me. Orgasm control is the core of our dynamic, and I use it constantly to keep him desperate and compliant. Last night I had him strip naked in front of the mirror while I watched, forcing him to turn slowly so every inch of his body was on display. His cock stood rigid, leaking pre-cum down his shaft, but orgasm control meant he could only stroke once every thirty seconds.

Each slow pump made his thighs tremble. I told him to imagine other men filling my pussy while he watched, their cum dripping out for him to lap up. His face flushed bright red with embarrassment as I made him repeat that he was nothing but a cum-hungry slut. Orgasm control kept him right on the edge, his balls aching, his voice cracking when he begged. To add gender-bending humiliation, I had him slip into a tiny pink thong and matching bra, the lace stretching over his chest as he posed like a cheap whore. He looked ridiculous yet undeniably aroused, his cock straining against the fabric while I laughed and took photos. Orgasm control ensured he stayed denied, his hips twitching uselessly as I described how he would soon clean another man’s load from my dripping cunt with his tongue. This was no accidental cheating, let me tell you.

My Submissive Male Whore’s Orgasm Control Journey

Orgasm control defines every interaction we have. I ordered him to wear women’s lingerie under his regular clothes and go to the store for me. The silky panties rubbed his cock with every step, keeping him half-hard and leaking. Orgasm control meant no relief, just constant teasing that left him squirming in the aisles. When he returned, I made him model the new stockings and garter belt, turning in circles while I pointed out how feminine his smooth legs looked. Embarrassment colored his cheeks as I had him practice walking in heels, his ass swaying. I bent over the bed, spread my legs, and told him another man had just fucked me raw.

Orgasm Control Session Two: Forcing Gender-Bend and Public Embarrassment

Thick cum oozed from my pussy lips. Orgasm control kept his own release locked away while he dropped to his knees and pressed his face between my thighs. His tongue worked deep, lapping up every drop of stranger cum mixed with my juices. The taste made him moan, but orgasm control stopped him from touching himself. I pulled his hair and made him thank me for the privilege. Gender-bending continued when I painted his lips glossy red and made him suck on a dildo while describing how he would soon take a real cock. His eyes watered from the stretch, yet his denied erection throbbed visibly. Orgasm control turned every humiliating act into fuel for his desperate arousal.

Orgasm Control Session Three: Total Submission and Cleanup Duties

He crawled over, face burning with shame, and began licking my swollen, cum-filled cunt clean. Long strokes of his tongue gathered every thick glob, swallowing loudly while I praised how good a cumdump he was becoming. Orgasm control meant his own cock remained untouched and aching inside the tight panties. I made him describe out loud how the cum tasted, forcing more embarrassing details from his mouth. Gender-bending reached new heights when I had him apply makeup and pose for mirror selfies, his lips still shiny with another man’s seed. Each photo captured his humiliated expression alongside his leaking, denied erection.

Orgasm control turned the entire night into an exercise in obedience. He thanked me repeatedly for letting him serve, his voice soft and broken. By the end, he was shaking, completely owned through relentless orgasm control. In the final moments of our play I always reward his obedience with dirty talk phone sex where I describe exactly how I will keep using orgasm control to edge him for days while he listens and leaks.

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