Masturbation phone sex tease and denial

You woke up alone as usual.  The faint sounds of my voice dissipate slowly like wisps of steam off of your morning coffee.  You look down, the frantic way you engaged your dick in masturbation phone sex shown on the light chaffing of your skin.  It twitched.  It hurt.

You sat down at the breakfast table with your robe open and aching member screaming for attention.  As directed, you try to ignore it but when you open the cabinet to reach for your favorite coffee mug all you see are images:

There I am with a smile on my face with you standing at the foot of my bed.  My finger is pinching a red, taut nipple at the sight of your aching erection.  You know how much your fullness pleases me–almost as much as you obedience.  The ties that bind you to watch reside in your mind, your hands are at my command and I rarely allow you to touch it.

I just let you watch me.  Pluck–the ripe cherry glistens with a little Mommy dew.  Pull, my pelvis tilts up and my legs open.  You know that it is an unspoken rule that unless you are told that you may touch you may not.  Your pleasure is to only watch this masturbation phone sex torture.  It is your lot in life even as the head of your cock sends shrill cries up to your navel and beyond.  Your own nipples are hard.

Lifting my legs and bending at the knees I plunge two fingers deeply in my pussy–you know that they are not deep enough–can never go deep enough and this kills you.  You know that the spot inside me that shatters my resolve like glass is within penile reach–but you are not allowed.  At least not yet.  You don’t know when that day will come so you obey.  You obey so as not to ruin your beautiful erection.

You see me lower another hand down to circle my clit as I pump my cunt.  This ominous sign means your cock suffer again tonight.  Your masturbation phone sex balls turn blue.  They are swollen as I cum over and again around my fingers leaving you to watch at the foot of the bed.  I slowly finish myself and allow you to feed from the cum drenched fingers.  I kiss your mouth and go shower leaving you there to wish those fingers had been your penis.  You look down at your cock, It is crying.

And this is how I enjoy making you feel in the long absences that have embraced my life lately in the form of illness it is the mental hold that I still desire to have upon your cock–are you ready to give in to me tonight?  Look for me after 8pm EST and let’s have some tease and denial phone sex.

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