JOI Torture: Goddess Makes a Loser Edge and Goon for Hours

The punishment a panty thief deserves.

JOI torture for a little panty thief that I caught red-handed. See, one day at the gym, I caught a panty sniffing loser who had snuck off with my worn panties. I knew it would make a kinky roleplay idea one day, but I didn’t expect to run into him again and punish him harder for his previous crimes! He had enough of a punishment the first time when I made him jerk off with my panties, and I stole them back and didn’t let him cum. But the second time I ran into him was far more fulfilling… For me, at least. You think my goal was to let him get off? Uhh, no! Panty thieves deserve to suffer at the hands of their new Goddess… Me!

I was leaving the same gym one day when I noticed the little thief cutting through the lawn to get to the apartment building behind it. I still wanted to punish him for what he’d done. After all, if he wanted my panties, he could have just asked nicely. I love selling my used panties and letting little horny losers jerk off to them and smell them. But alas, he broke the rules. So I was hot on his trail for the second punishment session; I was planning some delicious JOI torture if I got my hands on him. To his dismay, I did. I followed him right to his apartment door. He wasn’t aware he was being followed until he was half into the apartment and turned around.

This began a night of pure JOI torture.

He turned and froze, staring at his new Goddess. It was amusing to me; he got an erection so quickly! Maybe he’d liked what happened last time. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of me. It was clear that he was nervous, staring at my sexy figure and how my little gym fit accentuated every curve. My lavender crop top showed off my perky, plump titties, and my gym leggings accentuated my hips, thighs, and ass. I strolled in, getting in his face and forcing him to back up and let me enter. And thus, I made my way to my new throne, a plush recliner that sat in the living room. “Strip.” He followed my commands eagerly, awkwardly rushing into the room to take off his clothes. Once he was completely naked, I retrieved some little pink panties that he stole during his last JOI torture session. “Remember these?”

His memories of that day must have been crystal clear; I saw his cock twitch. “If we start this… you have to commit. Submit to me and say you’ll do everything I command, for as long as I tell you to. All or nothing.” My words made him nervous, but so excited. He was yearning to get his hands on his hard cock and I wouldn’t let him until he said the magical words: “I submit to you, my Goddess.” Now he was all mine, and his JOI torture was yet to begin. “You will do exactly as I say then. I own you. Start stroking. Very slowly.” He listened with bated breath and obeyed, his hand finally being allowed to grace his cock. He stroked it slowly as I oversaw everything. “Now, rub the head with each stroke too.”

The JOI torture had him begging to cum.

He couldn’t last very long, but I would force him to. As soon as he had to start playing with the head of his cock, he was squirming around. He was so close to cumming, but he wasn’t allowed to. And every light touch on the head of his cock left him breathless. He looked to his Mistress, pleading and begging to cum. And I simply said… “No. Faster.” The desperation on his face as palpable; I ordered him to stroke faster, but he wasn’t allowed to cum. “Red light. Hands off.” With that, he dropped his hands from his cock, a whole different type of torture. It twitched for attention, craving it, it was so close! And yet his next punishment would be worse. After edging for hours, I finally let him cum. And then, I made him keep stroking it, JOI torture followed by post-orgasm hell.

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