r/joi

Since the joi request sub got closed, here is gonna be the new place to make requests. I’ll do my best to refresh this every so often so newer requests see the light of day.

Thanks for your patience guys!

Hey baby, I have not been feeling too well since last night. And I know how badly you've been waiting for me.

I thought it would be good to have you entertain me tonight.

Mommy needs a show, baby boy.

Come on, take my toy out. I don't have enough energy to give orders and no stroking until I say so.

Every stroke will be a gift from your goddess who still owns you…even half dead in bed.

Put some lube on and rub it generously all over. Wrap your hands around my toy and squeeze the base.

Now, start stroking.

Mmm imagine every single stroke of yours making me feel better.

Keep stroking darling, I don't have time for games today. I just need you to put on a good show to make me feel better.

Really? That slow?. Do you think it will make me feel good?

Faster, NOW

Hmm looks like you are enjoying it too, don't you?

Keep stroking

Now, hold the tip with the palm of your hand and roll in a twisting motion.

Mm try a bit differently and you will get a hang of it, sweetheart

Ahh you look so desperate to feel pleasure. Don't worry, I love how pathetic you get when you are needy.

Keep going

Fuckkk I can watch you all day, this is so fun

Start jerking off in a way that gives you the most pleasure. I wanna see every shred of dignity leave your body while you perform for me.

Does it do something to you? Performing for mommy when she's sick?

While I use you as my toy and only source of entertainment.

Aww…are you leaking alreadyy? I am barely conscious and still have more control than you.

I am burning with fever rn. Come on, faster. Match the heat of my toy with me, baby boy.

Yes, darling.

You are doing so good. Trying your best to entertain me.

Mm now moan…louder

Good boyy

Squeeze my toy.

NO, harder and tell me how good it feels to suffer for me.

Stroke yourself saying, “Scarlet…owns…me…and…my…pleasure.”

Don't stop.

Keep going until you are about to cum.

Do you feel it building up?

Mmm keep going, darling.

Moan and beg me to let you cum, yk it's music to my ears.

Tell me how badly you wanna cum

Use your words

Say it out loud, my baby boy

Let me hear your voice breaking while you tell me how badly you wanna cum

Aww so sweet

Say, “My pleasure is nothing without you Scarlet, only you own it.”

Again

And again until you are one stroke away from cumming

Mmm

STOP

Hands off, rn!

The thing is…you were such a good boy for me and you tried your best to entertain me but I still feel awful.

So I am going to keep your orgasm locked up until I feel better.

My baby boy, I’ve got a fever…not a fantasy to fulfill.

And now both of our bodies ache…mine from not being well and yours from missing me.

Stuck in Traffic: The Podcast Game

By Valery JOI

You're sitting in your car, gridlocked on the highway. Nothing's moving. But your bluetooth is connected, and you've just received a very special private podcast stream. My voice comes through your speakers, clear and commanding...

"Well, well... Looks like you're not going anywhere for a while... Lucky for you, I've hacked into your private radio frequency. Don't bother checking - you won't find this station anywhere else. It's just you and me, trapped in your car together..."

"Look around... Other drivers staring mindlessly ahead... No idea what's about to happen in your vehicle... No clue about the game we're going to play..."

"First, undo those restricting pants... That's right, right here in traffic... Don't worry, your windows are tinted enough... And besides, the thrill of possibly being seen just makes it better, doesn't it?"

"Take yourself in hand... Feel how hard you're getting just from my voice... From the risk... From knowing you're completely at my mercy in this metal cage..."

"Mmm... Stroke yourself slowly... Feel the excitement building as cars inch past you... As truckers sit high in their cabs, having no idea what's happening right below them..."

"Faster now... Let the vibration of your idling engine add to the sensation... Let my voice through your speakers drive you wild... Make you throb..."

"Stop. Complete stillness. Watch that minivan pull up beside you... Feel your pulse race... Your cock twitch at the danger..."

"Start again... Match the rhythm of your windshield wipers... Let the rain outside mask what's happening inside... Let the steam building on your windows hide your activities..."

"Squeeze tighter... Imagine if that cute businesswoman in the car ahead could see you in her rearview mirror... If she knew what you were doing just feet behind her..."

"Stop again. Hold yourself. Feel how much you're leaking... How the precum makes your hand slide easier... How close you're getting..."

"Resume stroking... Full speed now... Let the bass from nearby cars push you closer... Let my voice command you... Control you..."

"Keep that perfect rhythm... Feel your hips starting to buck against your seat... The leather sticking to your skin... Your breath fogging up the windows even more..."

"Faster... The cars around you fading away... Nothing exists except my voice... Your hand... The dangerous thrill of being exposed..."

"Look at that police car three lanes over... Feel your heart race... Your cock pulse... But you can't stop now... You're too close... Too desperate..."

"Stroke harder... Let the fear and excitement mix together... Let it push you closer... Make everything more intense... More forbidden..."

"The traffic's starting to move... But you're not going anywhere until I say so... Until you finish what we started... Until you obey my commands..."

"Feel that pressure building... Your balls tightening... Your whole body tensing in your driver's seat... Ready to explode..."

"Now... Release for me... Right here in traffic... Let it pulse over your hand... Stain your clothes... Mark your territory..."

"Keep stroking... Slower... Let those aftershocks ripple through you... Let me hear those desperate gasps over the bluetooth..."

"Mmm... What a good boy, following my commands so perfectly in such a public place... Let those final shivers run through you..."

"Clean yourself up now... Use those napkins from your glovebox... Evidence of our little traffic adventure disappearing..."

"Feel your breathing return to normal... The fog clearing from your windows... Your heart rate settling back to its usual rhythm..."

"Pull your clothes back together... Making yourself presentable again... Though you'll never look at traffic the same way..."

"The vehicles are moving now... But carry this memory with you... This delicious secret... This private broadcast meant just for you..."

"And next time you're stuck in traffic... Remember my voice... Remember how good it felt to obey... Remember who controls your pleasure on these gridlocked highways..."

"Drive safely now... And stay tuned for future broadcasts... You never know when I might hack your radio again..."

END TRANSMISSION Signal Status: Complete Broadcast Terminated Future Connection: Pending

Such a perfect private show... Until next time, dear listener...

All characters are 18+ and consenting.

A little backstory: my name’s Nathan, I’m twenty years old, and what you’d call “high-functioning autistic.” My mom’s always taken an interest in my special hobbies, namely: gaming, King of the Hill, and Christina Hendricks. Personally, I call mom “supermom” because despite my difficulties communicating, she has always taken the time to understand my needs, talk to me about my passions (even back when no one else would), and guide me into adulthood.

Our relationship has always been PG-13 or if you’re Canadian, 14A. Until recently.

My mother is a beautiful woman. Call me unobservant—guilty as charged—but only in 2025 did I notice she is more than beautiful: she is what my friend Jake calls a “baddie.” She has curly red hair and freckles on her cheeks. Jake pointed out that the freckles extend across her chest and the tops of her breasts—which, while we’re being honest, are substantial. If you stuck a Wiimote between those things, it’d stay put. She tends to wear sweaters and tights around my friends, but little more than panties and a tank top when it’s just me, and her, and dad. When she checks my college coursework, she sometimes bends over my desk and I get a glimpse up her hanging top, at the round bottoms of her breasts, and sometimes the panty-wedgie stuck inside her soft, pale ass cheeks. Jake surprised me with a knock at my door last month and, well, he saw the bra-less goods.

Ever since he told me how good she looked, I can’t un-see what he sees.

I guess mom noticed me noticing because she wanted to know why I was acting nervous. Well, I said, I’ve grown into a red-blooded man, and you’re a red-haired woman. I don’t see the harm in looking, but I respect your autonomy if you wish for me to keep my lustful feelings to myself.

Well, she said nicely that it’s an inappropriate topic, and she held me in her arms, and explained that some people might be attracted to each other, but for various reasons, cannot consummate. Her panties wedgied up her bum while she sat in my lap.

I said fair enough, and thought that was that. My mom’s a baddie I cannot consummate.

The next few weeks, it seemed like it was mom’s turn for nervous, lingering looks. Perhaps she felt flattered. Perhaps she reconsidered. Or maybe dad’s equipment needs maintenance. My mother has always praised me for being handsome, but after our conversation, she simply could not compliment me enough.

We’d be watching Mad Men reruns, and she’d be watching me while I watched my flame; my Christina Hendricks. Mom would ask why I liked Ms. Hendricks, as if I hadn’t told her a billion times. And while I praised Ms. Hendricks’ classy but saucy vibe, and her brilliant red hair, and her classic hourglass curves, mom looked into my eyes, and challenged me to maintain eye contact for much longer than necessary. She has loving blue eyes that frankly made me hard. She said she liked the way I looked when I talked about my passions.

She’d be baking, and ask me to help, and compliment my arms while I mixed her famous cookie dough. She even grabbed my bicep, and kissed me on the cheek as thanks. Her hair smells like cherries and almonds.

She’d hug me for longer than usual, pressing her bra-less chest against my chest, smelling the cologne she bought me last Christmas.

Then the worst happened. She listened to me rant about the Nintendo Switch 2’s delayed US preorders, pacing the halls in my bedtime boxers. Trump came for gamers, I said. This won’t stand, I said. I guess the boxers are a little tight. I guess they show off my strong legs, or something between them, because she listened and nodded but kept on looking down.

Yesterday morning, I woke up to a video message from her. The thumbnail showed her face, in selfie style, and her freckled chest, wrapped tight in a red bra. She wore classy lipstick and slung her hair over one shoulder. Some of you may remember that she’s always indulged my passions. I guess if she’s my new passion, she’s indulging.

I’ve watched the video message a thousand times. Feel free to follow her instructions. From memory, this is everything she said:

Good morning, Nathan. She smiles like I’m talking about Christina Hendricks. I know you’ve been feeling frustrated lately, in more ways than one. You’re growing up, and facing new challenges, and I always want to help you thrive.

Can you keep a secret? I preordered you a Switch 2! But shh! Keep watching—don’t come thank me just yet. I got it from another country. Your dad doesn’t need to know how much that cost us. It’s just… you’ve been doing so well at school. And making friends. And communicating your feelings… Mom looks like she might cry, like she used to look when I got bullied. And I wanted to reward you for all your amazing, hard work.

That being said… How do I put this?

Sometimes, in life, you’ll have to solve your problems yourself. I won’t be around forever to help you. So like we always say: I’ll give you a push, and you start running.

That’s how I want to treat your new feelings. The ones you have towards me.

She takes a deep breath, and the deep breath raises her red curls.

I know you think I’m beautiful. Your father and I have both seen how… excited you get, lately, when I’m around. That’s okay. I’m not mad. Well… Your dad’s a little uncomfortable, but I think it’s sweet. Mom quietly giggles, and peers over her phone like she’s checking if dad’s sleeping.

The hard-ons are a problem you’ll need to solve yourself.

And this will be our secret, too: I’m giving you a push.

She swallows, and takes a shaky breath.

Pull your boxers down to your knees and lie back.

Look at me, with the volume turned down low. I’m going to give you some instructions. The closer you follow, the more you’ll learn.

First, I want you to lick your hand… Don’t be squeamish. Good boy.

Now take that hand and rub that spit around the shaft of that nice, hard, morning wood.

It’s okay if you’re not hard yet. I know you’re nervous. Wrap your fingers around it. Grip it a little tighter, then a little softer… Tighter… Softer… Run your palm down that shaft, teasing every inch… And run your thumb up over the head… That’s good. Teasing the head, caressing the shaft… Teasing with your thumb. Caressing with your palm. Look at mommy if you need some inspiration. Mom lowers the phone to her freckled chest, squeezing her round, pale breasts together. Do I look a little like Ms. Hendricks?

She does.

Grip it, sliding higher, then lower. Let your fingertips graze your balls. Those beautiful, heavy balls, that you carry around our house. After the month we’ve had, I bet they’re ready to burst. Mom’s smile lights up the top of the video. I bet you look so handsome, growing in your bed. Thank you for stroking to mommy… Listen closely:

Mom pulls one red bra strap down one shoulder. Spit on that hand… Now rub that spit into the head of that hard cock. I want you to make it glisten for me… She smiles so sweetly. Beautiful.

It looks so tasty I could swallow it. That’s my good boy.

Now rub that spit down around your cock.

All the way down the shaft. Into the veins. Down the curve.

Spit a little more.

Down, down… Slowly…

Now stroke your hand up.

Push your thumb up that stiff, sensitive head. Right at the head’s base.

Push up, and slide down.

Push up.

Slide down.

Keep going.

Up.

Down.

Her delicate hands form a fist, pumping down into her breasts and up against her chin.

Tease it just like I would.

Make that cock ache.

Up.

Down.

Mom pulls her other bra strap down her shoulder. Her bra’s red cups hang lightly off her tits, holding onto their roundness.

I can feel you getting stiffer, all the way from my room. It isn’t easy to stay put. Mommy wants to watch you work. She sticks a finger in her mouth and wraps her red lips around it.

Up. She slowly pulls the finger out.

Down. She sticks out her pink tongue and licks that finger, bottom to top.

Grip your shaft below the head. Tightly.

Hold it still.

I bet you feel so nice and thick. I bet that cock would stretch me open.

How long would you last? Stroke it up. Stroke it down. What if you cum too soon? Up. Down. Test yourself, sweetheart. Up. Down. I want to see how long you last, filling mommy up.

Up.

Down.

One more time.

Faster.

Up—you’re sliding inside me! Mom gasps. It’s almost too much. Don’t stop. Deeper.

Down—you’re pulling back out. She sighs. I miss it already. Back in. Harder.

Up—you make my breasts jiggle.

Down—mommy wraps her legs around your waist.

Keep going. Mom gently bounces in her chair. Her breasts are heavy and wobbling. Her bra edges downward, lowering bounce by bounce down her soft, pale wobble.

Her breaths are louder.

Faster.

She bounces faster.

Up, baby.

Down, baby.

Up. Yes…

Down. God, my son’s cock feels so good…

Stop.

Grab the tip.

Run your palm in circles over that fat, throbbing head. Like this… She runs her palm over the tops of her breasts, massaging her softness in circles. Tickle the nerves on that head. Find your most sensitive spots… Good boy… I know you’ve touched yourself before… Has it ever been like this?

Mom’s bra slips loose from under her tits, and pink noise swirls through the digital grain of her dark, bedroom video. Her nipples are pale, and their stiff tips are wide: standing in two, fat bumps in the center of her flesh.

She’s hotter than I ever imagined.

*Let’s get you back inside. Grip that shaft tight, sliding up—*she rises off her chair and plops back down with a pink, pale jiggle—and sliding down.

She rises up and down, up and down—sighing as she picks her red curls off her tits, holding her hair above her head while she rides.

Again.

Yes…

Again.

My firstborn baby…

Up. Can you feel me clenching?

Down. We fit together so nice and tight.

Up. God, I feel so naughty.

Down. You’re such a big boy.

I’m liking this too much.

Up.

Down.

I think I might…

She bounces so hard the chair creaks.

Don’t worry about what I’m doing. Mom dives one hand below her tits, out of frame. Her bicep shakes side to side, side to side against her quivering breasts.

I’m so wet. Her voice is shaky. I need you to fuck faster.

Mommy’s getting close.

Push inside and pull out.

Push inside and pull out.

Yes, baby. A moan squeaks up her throat. I’m trying to keep quiet.

I’ve wanted this for ages. A little secret, stuffed between my thighs.

She’s losing her breath. Her tits bounce in a soft, white blur.

Hit the back, baby. I’m clenching. Grip that cock so fucking tight.

Faster.

Pump faster.

Oh, god, I want to scream.

If we don’t hurry, we’ll wake dad.

Watch your mother lose control. When I count down from ten, I want you to cum with me.

Ten. A whimper.

Nine. A moan.

Eight. Good boy.

Seven. Almost—...

Six. Oh god, it’s coming.

Five. Nearly silent.

Four… Mouthed, not spoken.

Mom bites her lip.

Mom pinches her nipple.

Three…

Two…

Mom gasps, hips rocking back and forth, curves rolling towards her phone while her wrist shakes and shakes.

One! She whines. Now, baby. Cum with mommy. Ohhh… I feel dizzy.

Please don’t tell daddy. Spill cum down that hand.

Warm mommy from the inside out.

I can’t stop clenching and clenching.

Good boy. You’ve been saving that cum for so, so long.

It’s so white and creamy.

I want to rub it on my tits.

I want to taste it on my tongue.

So badly.

Mom’s hand rises back into frame, wet and glimmering. She rubs wetness over her nipples. She slides wetness into her mouth, licking until she’s licked every last drop.

Grab a tissue, sweetheart. She’s catching her breath. Clean yourself up. She’s licking her lips. I’d swallow it all if I could. For real. In your bed.

She blows one, lipstick-puckered kiss at the lens.

That cock’s yours to please. All by yourself, without mommy’s help.

She smiles, and she looks nervous, the way she looks when she’s holding eye contact for way too long.

Love you, baby. She waves goodbye, lipstick smudged and wet, and the video ends.

It ends with my cum drenching my fist, my balls, and my thighs. Every time. I can’t help it. Sometimes I cum before she cums, and I just watch my mom hold her moans while she bounces and jiggles. I think about her curves day and night. Especially the way her hips look: wide and rolling towards me, like she’s riding my dick in the dark. I’ve basically stopped masturbating to anything else.

When we talk, she acts like nothing happened. 

Today, her and dad and I ate breakfast, and dad asked me if I was still feeling angry about Switch 2. I said yes, I wish very much I could preorder one. And mom smiled, and said she’d do my dishes, and said I should go watch something fun in my room.

She’s the nicest baddie supermom ever. I hope she makes another video talking about my dick and also Donkey Kong Bananza. That game looks awesome.

willing to do almost everything, just use me as you wish 😘

Lab After Hours: The Test Subject By Valery JOI

Shhhh... Stay perfectly still now... The door is locked, the lab is empty, and you're exactly where I need you - strapped down to my examination table... Just as you volunteered... Such an eager test subject for my after-hours research...

The leather restraints feel tight against your wrists and ankles, don't they? Good. We need you completely immobile for accurate readings. Every twitch, every throb, every response will be monitored.

Listen to those machines beeping around you... Recording every reaction... Every slight change in your body... Every response to my voice... The way your pulse quickens when I lean closer...

Take yourself in hand now. Just hold yourself. Feel how hard you're getting already from being restrained... from being studied... from being my willing test subject.

Start stroking... Slow... Let me record your baseline response... Yes, just like that... The machines are picking up fascinating readings already...

Faster now... Let me document how your body reacts when I lean in close... When my lab coat brushes your skin... When my breath hits your ear...

Stop. Complete stillness. The sensors need to measure your frustration levels... Feel yourself throbbing... Aching to continue...

Resume stimulation... Maintain this pace... Your readings spike when I whisper commands... When I adjust these electrodes... When I touch you clinically...

Increase speed... Your heart rate is climbing... Such valuable data... Every sensor recording your responses... Your desperation...

Stop again. Hold yourself. Feel how close you are... How much you're leaking... How the machines record every twitch...

Start again... Faster this time... Let the beeping of the monitors drive you wild... Push you closer... Make everything more intense...

Just light touches now... Teasing yourself... While I adjust these sensors... While I record how desperate you're becoming... Such an excellent test subject...

Wrap your hand around yourself fully again... Feel how much harder you are... How much more sensitive... The machines showing such promising data...

Stroke faster... Let me document these changes in your vitals... The way your body responds to my clinical touch... To my voice... To being studied so thoroughly...

Stop. The readings are off the charts... Hold yourself... Feel how close you are... How much you're leaking... Perfect research material...

Start again... Match the rhythm of these beeping monitors... Let them guide you... Push you closer... Make everything more intense...

Faster now... Your heart rate is climbing... Your breathing erratic... Every sensor recording your approach to climax... Such valuable information...

Stop. Complete stillness. Let me measure these peak readings... Feel yourself throbbing... Desperate for release... The machines capturing everything...

Resume stimulation... Full speed... Let my voice push you over the edge... Let these restraints hold you down as you lose control...

Now... Release for me... Let me record every pulse... Every wave... Every drop of data... Such a perfect test subject...

Keep stroking... Slower... Let me document these aftershocks... These final twitches... This beautiful descent...

Stay still... Let the machines record your recovery... Your breathing returning to normal... Your heart rate stabilizing...

Just hold yourself now... Listen to those readings normalize... But we're not done yet... This is a multiple stimulus test after all...

Start touching yourself again... Slowly... Even though you're sensitive... Even though you just came... The data must be complete...

Stroke faster... Notice how different it feels now... How much more intense... How your body tries to resist but can't... The machines recording every response...

Stop. Your heart rate is spiking again already... Such unexpected readings... The sensors picking up renewed arousal... Fascinating...

Resume stimulation... Push through that sensitivity... Let me document how your body fights between pleasure and overstimulation... Such unique data...

Faster now... The restraints holding you down as you squirm... As everything becomes too much... As you leak again despite just finishing...

Stop. The readings are extraordinary... Hold yourself... Feel how hard you still are... How your body betrays you... How much more you can give...

Start again... Full speed... Let me record this second build-up... This forced pleasure... This delicious torture of oversensitivity...

Stroke harder... The machines capturing every twitch... Every moan... Every desperate attempt to resist... But you can't... You're my test subject...

Now... Give me that second release... Let me document every spasm... Every pulse... Every drop... All in the name of science...

Hold still... Let me record these final readings... These beautiful aftershocks... This perfect mix of pleasure and exhaustion...

Just breathe... Feel your heart rate slowly returning to normal... The machines recording your recovery... Every last twitch and pulse...

Such valuable data you've provided... Such perfect responses... The most willing test subject I've ever had...

I'm removing the electrodes now... Undoing these restraints... But remember - this was just phase one of our research...

Next time... We'll test different stimuli... Different restraints... Different readings... All in the name of scientific advancement...

Until then... Carry these memories... These sensations... This knowledge that your body provided such fascinating results...

And know that my lab is always open for... Further experimentation...

END OF EXPERIMENT LOG Subject Status: Satisfied Data Collection: Complete Follow-up Testing: Recommended

The perfect end to our clinical session... Though there's always room for more research...

Tell me in comments how you liked it, suggestions how to improve, etc. I'm on a mission creating much more such content :)

Kisses Valery JOI

Hey baby boy!

Mommy’s in the mood to play with her toy, again.

I remember how last time you failed and barely made it…

But do you?

When you were throbbing and your hands were possessed by me?

How you were barely able to think and mommy made you realise that you stroke for permission, not pleasure?

And my favorite…when you came so hard while screaming, “Scarlet, you own me”?

Mmm fuckk…I am getting high on the power I have over you

Anyways…we both know your hands are mine but today, I wanna make sure that every single thought, even after you cum, is solely about me.

So, mommy's going to play some games with you. You don't have the choice to leave, you belong to me.

Scarlet owns you

Are you ready, my toy?

We’ll start simple, I don't wanna scare you yet😏

Go find lube and come back.

Back straight, take a deep breath and spread your knees apart.

Mm good boy

Why are your shoulders hunched?

SIT PROPERLY

I'm here observing your every movement, every breath and how your body aches for me.

I’m watching you my boy

Can't you hear my voice in your head?

I am so close…so close that you can hear and feel my breath on your neck. On the right side? Or on your left? Maybe both because I am walking around you in my heels, observing you from every side.

You feel your hands and how they are slowly drifting out of your control?

How they tingle and you are getting that urge to stroke it while you hear my voice in your head?

That's me, possessing them

Taking over them

To play with my toy…it's been a few days and you have no idea how badly I want to touch it and to see it throb in my hands.

Mmm you seem ready.

I guess you missed me too😉

Follow my voice in your head, I am ready to play sweetheart.

Rub your palm on my toy, firmly, over the clothes.

No, baby, no fingers. Only the palm.

Keep rubbing it

Very good

Now rub all around it…teasing it

Slow yet firm, enough to send shivers throughout the body

Ahhh look at you, moving your body to feel more…poor baby

Continue rubbing my toy

Wrap your fingers around the base, slowly move them from the bottom to the top

Repeat

From bottom to top

Again

Now, use your fingers and rub the tip in circles.

Keep doing it

Do you feel how it's aching for more?

STOP

Rub the palm all over it again

Around it

The sides

On top of it

Now, your balls

Squeeze and play with my cute little stress balls

Mmmm good boy

Start stroking it over the clothes.

Groan for me, darling

That slow? 🙄

LOUDER

Now, say, “Scarlet, your toy is ready.”

Uhh-h say clearly baby, I couldn't hear you properly

Hmmm

Once again, say it with determination

Good boyyy

Get up and get rid of your clothes

I want a clear unobstructed view of my toy….mmm…I can't wait to see it jump in excitement when he sees me

Ahh it's perfect…just how it should be - MINE

Touch the tip with your index fing–

Wait, we forgot the lube

I want it to look all nice and glossy before I start playing

You know how muchhh I love shiny things, right?

Take lube and pour a few drops on the trip.

Watch them make their way to the bottom…

Enough watching. Put more lube and rub it all over the toy.

Make it smooth and slippery just like the inside of my pussy rn

Mmm they would fit together perfectly, won't they?

But you aren't that lucky to experience it, haha

Rub it, gooood.

All ready?

Let's start and see how fast your body will give up this time😏

I am going to ask you some questions…and…you will have to answer them truthfully.

No lying, I can tell when you aren't telling the truth with a single glance at your pretty face

But before that, let me spin a wheel and see on which number it lands. Whatever number it lands on, will be the number of seconds you will stroke before I start with the questions.

Spin

Umm…let's see what we have here.

You realise you don't have any control over it, right? And if I don't like the number, I can always change it😏

It's…16

Nahh, we are gonna spin again. It's too less.

Spin

It's…27

Yeah, let's go with it.

Hold my toy in your hand firmly and start stroking. You only have 27 seconds before the real game starts.

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Hands off, little one.

Any guesses on what I am going to ask you?

No?

Mmmm

Your first question is…tell me about the time when you felt the most sexual pleasure.

The most…the one that still lingers in your memory and you will give anything to live it again.

The one that makes you hard and ready, with one single thought.

Come on, think about it.

Hmm…it was that good?

I want you to imagine it happening to you, right now.

No touching yourself.

Just imagine it happening to you, right now.

The sounds you made…

Your skin…

Your thoughts…

Aahhh the scent…

You feel it, baby boy?

Relive it as you always wanted to

Take as much time as you need and go back to relive it

Mmmm

Hmmm keep going

All the little details that made it more arousing

And how you never wanted it to stop

Relive it, sweetheart

Satisfied?

Now, STOP and LISTEN to me

That experience you were reliving means nothing to you now, the reason? Me - SCARLET.

Everytime you are asked about the time you felt most sexual pleasure, you will remember me…possessing your hands and playing with my toy

Hold my throbbing toy in your hands and start stroking.

With every single stroke, say, “I…belong…to…Scarlet…and…only…Scarlet…owns…my…pleasure”

I better hear you say it loud and clear between every stroke. If you make a mistake, start over from I.

Do it 3 times.

I

Belong

To

Scarlet

And

Only

Scarlet

Owns

My

Pleasure

AGAIN

Now, again

If you make a mistake at any point, you will have to say it three times…again

Good boy

Now, STOP and hands off.

Here's your next question - Tell me in detail about your go to fantasy when you are masturbating.

Ahh yes, that one that you always think about when you need a quick release

The one that no matter how many times you think of, you never got bored

Your all time favorite to cum to

Tell me, my boy

I wanna hear all about it in detail.

Uh-huh…more details, darling

Ohh, so that's your fantasy?

It's interesting ngl

How fast does it make you cum?

Ohh

Who knew you had this in you…haha

Now, hold my toy in your hands and give it a squeeze.

Mmm

Now, start stroking it slowly, up and down, while saying between every stroke,”I…belong…to…Scarlet…and…only…Scarlet…owns…my…pleasure.”

Three times, baby

And you know the rules if you make one mistake, you have to say it again three times.

I will make sure every cell in your body knows that I own your pleasure.

Your pleasure belongs to me.

Your arousal…your ache…your craving to be owned…all of it is MINE.

It stopped being yours the moment you started reading my words and you are in too deep my baby boy, you belong to me.

Let's move to the next and the last question

When was the last time you played with yourself and came?

The last time…you exploded and made a mess

I think it's easy, it shouldn't take so much time

Tell me, sweetheart

Ohh, really?

You know the deal by now, hold it in your hand.

Stroke it up and down, while saying, “I…belong…to…Scarlet…and…only…Scarlet…owns…my…pleasure.”

Each word between every stroke

3 times

I am so happy to see that you remember all of your instructions by now!

Aww, you make mommy so proud😘

Looking at you…following my instructions…ahhh…you have no idea how much I am enjoying this, don't you?

I love having power over you…it makes me dripping wet…just like I am right now

Mmmm hmmm

Here's something very important darling, listen properly

I know how much you love playing with yourself even when I am not there

And I won't stop you from it

Yeah…I won't

But here's the catch

Everytime you find yourself touching my toy and cumming, you will say, “Thank you for letting me cum, Scarlet.”

Everytime you feel sexual pleasure

Everytime you cum

From the moment you read this words…is because of me

Because I gave you the permission to

And

Like a good little boi, you will thank me every single time after cumming.

You got it?

Because the only reason you came was me…I own your pleasure.

Now, play with your balls

Rub them

Squeeze them

Run your fingers and thumb on them

Mmmm good

Play with my favorite part - the sensitive spot under the head of the toy

Mmmm keep playing

Ahh I love that so much

Use your fingers…your thumb

Rub it in small circles, sending shivers throughout out your body

Slowlyyyy

Keep going

Moan for me, baby…let it out

Let mommy hear the sweet sounds you make when I play with you

Now, swirl your finger around the tip as if it was my tongue…teasing you and trying to break you

Yess, baby

Keep going

You are doing so good

Aww looks like you might burst anytime

Let's spin the wheel and find a number to start countdown

Spin

Umm.. let's see…the number is 16

It's too less but that's okay. You did good today and you deserve it.

Get ready to stroke

And

Start

16…slowly my love

15

14…increase the speed

13

12…every stroke of yours is mine

11

10…you are never allowed to forget me

9

8…faster baby

7…I am real darling

6…I won't stop until I break you

5…and live in your head

4…I will be always the little voice that pops with every arousal

3…faster

STOP, hands OFF

Poor baby, I realised I didn't break you enough

But before we start over, I want you to beg me in your teeny whimpery voice, “Scarlet…please…Scarlet…let me cum…please”

Mmmm

Say ‘please’ again

Nahh, there's not enough vulnerability in your voice

Say it again

Now beg me to let you cum

Mmm hmmm

Good boy

Let's start again

Hold my toy in your hands

Feel how soft and smooth my hands are

How they fit perfectly around it

Mmm

Stroke it

Up

And

Down

Up

And

Down

Up

And

Down

It's time for countdown, my boy toy

10…you are close already, aren't you?

9

8…say my name

7

6…you are nothing but my toy

5…I gonna break you

4…I own your pleasure

3…Scarlet owns your pleasure

2…and you only cum when I tell you to so get ready to cum now

1…and blast

NOW

Don't think about cleaning up yet, darling

Sit there for a few minutes and let it dry up on your skin

And while it dries, listen to me once more

From now on, whenever you cum, you will say, “Thank you, Scarlet” because I will be there…even when I am not

I will always be there…watching you

And

I don't want you to remember me only when you cum…

So whenever you see red…blood red, anywhere, you will remember me

There will be a tiny voice in your head that will whisper ‘Scarlet’

You know why?

You know why everytime you will see blood red your brain will whisper ‘Scarlet'?

Because I own you, my boy toy

I own you

I own you, not just your sexual pleasure

I OWN YOU

Scarlet owns you

Where’s all the good content?! Everybody trinna make you a sissy or a gooner. We are in dire need of good content!

(Things needed - Lube and being an obedient good boy following all the instructions as if your life depends on it)

Let me know in the comments - Were you able to follow all instructions and reach the end or did you accidentally come before?!)

Hii my little toy❤️

It's me, Scarlet…I am going to play with my toy today. I mean, your cock that stopped being yours when you started reading my words.

I am going to possess your hand through my words and do whatever I want.

You’d like that, won't you?

The thought of having a woman, who is a complete stranger, play with you however she wishes without listening to your useless needs.

I want nothing to do with you, I just want to play with my toy using your hands.

So, strip and sit back. Spread your legs nicely for me.

Mm hmmm

Ohh look, my toy's getting all excited.

I love the view…mmm…so perfect, only for me.

Pick up the lube and pour it on the tip. Let it drip and tease you all the way down.

Rub it all over your cock. Feel the smooth silky glistening skin under your hands.

Mm good boy.

Keep rubbing until it's all wet and glossy, just like my lips.

“Thinking about my lips, huh?”

I smirk, “Which ones?”

Get your hands off your cock and feel that ache in your body.

“You feel that sweet ache? That's mine.”

Mm now hold your cock in your hand and stay still.

“You feel that throbbing…that pulse? That's mine too.”

From now on, every stroke happens when I say so. Understood?

Nod your head.

Properly.

Good boii

Move your hand to your balls and give them a squeeze.

Massage them using the palm of your hand.

Give another squeeze and move your hand to the tip of your cock.

With your index finger, encircle the tip slowly…savoring every moment.

Go on

Keep doing it

Mm hmmm

I want you to move your fingers in circles at the sensitive spot under your tip.

Touch it

Now, move your finger in small circles, stimulating it.

“Aww look how it's jumping for my attention..”

Keep going.

Feel the softness and how sensitive it is.

What if it was my tongue instead of your finger…hmm?

Increase the speed.

Keep going.

Now, stop.

Wrap your fingers around your cock for me. Be gentle this time and stroke, slowly.

1…good boii

2

3…mm keep going

4…very good

5

6

7…faster

8

9…more

10…give me more

11

12

STOP, hands off.

“Poor baby. Did you forget you aren't stroking for pleasure? You are stroking for me and that's me playing with my toy…your hands are just a source.”

Hold your cock in your hands and squeeze. With every squeeze, I want to hear the words ‘My cock is yours Scarlet’, coming out of your mouth.

OUT LOUD

Squeeze, now

Again

“Be more firm baby”

Squeeze it

“Good boii”

Now, start stroking and be gentle as if my soft small hands are playing with it.

“You want to beg me to let you keep going, don't you?”

Not yet

I am not satisfied and I won't let you cum until I have tested your limits.

Keep going.

And breathe.

Stroke and breathe.

Feel the ache building inside you, rising at the surface.

Keep stroking…up and down

Up

Down

Up

Down

Up

Down

Squeeze

Up

Down

“Good boii, now moan for me and tell me how it feels”

Louder

“I wanna hear clearly how it feels”

Mmm hmmm

“Now, I’ll count to 0. Every number will bring you closer to your orgasm. Every pause I take will make you ache and beg me to continue. With every number, stroke your cock harder and faster…understood?”

10

9…look at you, losing all your control

8

7

6…mm it's almost here, feel it.

5

4…ahh you are so ready to explode

3…and make a mess

2

STOP, hands off

“You thought I’d let you cum so easily? Haha…No, darling.”

Let's start again but slowly. Wrap your fingers around your cock and stroke slowly.

“Stroke and count. Remember, this time - slowly as if I was teasing you under my touch.”

1

2

3

4

5

6

Stop

Take a deep breath.

“Again but harder”

1

2…harder baby

3

4

5

6

7

8

STOP

“Again, as fast as you can.”

1

2

3

4

STOP

“Faster babyy”

1

2

3

4

5

6

STOP

“Again, give me your everything this time”

1

2

3

4

5

6

7

8

9

10

11

STOP

“Don't you dare cum until your body is shaking and broken under my words. You aren't chasing pleasure, darling. You are chasing permission…my permission to cum.”

Again, but slower.

1

2

3…stroke slower…I want every second to feel like it's breaking you

4

5

6

7

8

9

STOP

Now, faster

1

2

3

4…poor thing, you are so close yet so far

5

6

7…you don't know what relief feels like anymore, do you?

8

9

10…stroke yourself faster like you are running after something that you will die for

11

12

13

14

15…I could make you cum with only one word, do you feel how much control I have over you?

16…but you aren't allowed to cum, you are only allowed to want it

17

18

19

20

21…that's not your hand, it's mine and I won't let you stop until I say so

22

23

24

25…you feel that? I am ruining you just with my words

26

27

28…I want to edge you so long that your body gives up before you do

29

30

31

32…if I told you to stop now, will you be able to?

33

34

35…you are mine, Scarlet owns you

36

“Now, with every stroke say ‘Scarlet you own me’ and I might let you come”

37

38

Don't be shy. Say it out loud. Be proud of who you belong to.

39

40

41…say it again

42

43

44…that's fucking music to my ears

45…loose control

46…keep saying it

47…get ready to burst

48…almost there

49…just once more, say it loud and clear, ‘Scarlet, you own me’

CUM…NOW💦

(Tell me my boy, did you like it? 😏)