This is for you to listen to when you don't think you can take another second of edging. When you've been edging that throbbing, aching, rock hard cock for so long that you don't think you can take anymore. When you think that, no matter what you do, you'll lose control and explode. Your arms and legs are restrained against the sides of the chair you’re sitting in. Your wrists and ankles are bound by restraints. You can hear the velcro rip open. You can feel the slight pressure tightening around you, pulling you closer, restricting your movements. Your aching, desperate cock is straining in...

This is for you to listen to when you don't think you can take another second of edging. When you've been edging that throbbing, aching, rock hard cock for so long that you don't think you can take anymore. When you think that, no matter what you do, you'll lose control and explode. Your arms and legs are restrained against the sides of the chair you’re sitting in. Your wrists and ankles are bound by restraints. You can hear the velcro rip open. You can feel the slight pressure tightening around you, pulling you closer, restricting your movements. Your aching, desperate cock is straining in front of you. But you can't touch it. Only I can. When you can't take it anymore, you need to imagine what I would do if you were tied up in front of me. Because you know I'd never let you cum. Good boys don't cum.
I'd tease that throbbing, needy, straining cock for hours. I'd make you beg for mercy. I'd make you beg to cum. I'd make you scream for release while you plead with me that you just can't take it anymore. And then I'd tell you no. No mercy. No cumming. No release. And I'd make you take much, much, much more.
When you can't take anymore, just think of what I'd do when you're under my control. I'd oil up your hard cock and lightly drag my fingertips up and down, stroking you to the edge. I know just when to stop, and just how to tease. You'd strain and beg as I drove you to the brink of orgasm. And you'd plead with me when my hand slips off your cock just before you explode. And I'd do it over and over and over again. You'd take more because it's not up to you. It's up to me. I own that cock. And I'd never let you cum. I'd just tease you and edge you and deny you. After I'd driven you mad with my fingers, I'd let your throbbing cock bob in the air while I make you worship my feet. You'd be so pent up and desperate that just sucking my toes would be enough to leave you twitching on the edge, precum seeping out of your raging cock. But just to make sure, every so often I'd let my oiled toes drag over the sensitive skin of your cock, pulling away just in time to leave you thrashing on the edge. And I'd do it for hours, teasing you while you yank against your bonds each time I pull away, denied and thrusting into the air. That's when you'd realize what true desperation is. What it really means to not be able to take anymore. But I still wouldn't stop. I'd never stop. We'd do it all over again. And I'd never let you cum. No matter how desperate you get. No matter how hard, how drippy, how aching your cock gets. No matter how much you beg and plead with me. Crying out, "please, Goddess Farrah, please let me cum. Just once, please let me cum!"
No. Not once. Not ever.
That's what you need to remember when you think you can't take it anymore. When you think you can't last for another second. You don't control your cock. I control your cock. And I'll never let you cum. I'll just keep teasing you and edging you and denying you. Over and over and over. Never stopping. Never cumming. Because good boys never cum
No. Not once. Not ever.

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