The Femdom Cock Milking Session: Orgasm Edging Control

I tie you down because I want you helpless, trembling, and wet before I even touch you. The cuffs bite into your wrists, your legs spread wide, and your cock already leaking knows what is coming. You are not here to cum like a man. You are here to be drained, used, and split open until you forget what “man” even means.

I straddle you with my strap, press the thick head against your ass, and smile when your body betrays you, shuddering with need. You tell yourself you are not ready, but your hole twitches like it is begging me inside. As I slide in, inch by inch, your cock drips harder, like it knows the only way you will find release is through me.

Milking you becomes my art. My hands around your shaft, relentless strokes timed to every thrust of my hips. You cannot control it. You buck, you moan, your cock spurts thick ropes of cum against your belly again and again, more than you thought your body could give. Each orgasm empties you, weakens you, makes you smaller in my hands, until you are nothing but a mess of spasms and tears under my strap.

I do not stop after one. I do not stop after two. I milk you until your cock twitches dry, then peg you deeper, harder, forcing your body to give me more. Every ruined climax breaks you down further, each squirt proof that your pleasure belongs to me, that I can take and take until there is nothing left.

You are not a man with control. You are a toy with a cock to drain and a hole to fuck. As my strap buries itself deeper, as your body surrenders to another humiliating orgasm, you finally understand your purpose is not to cum for yourself. It is to be milked, pegged, and destroyed for me.