Confess Cock Gobbler

I know you've always wanted to do it you can’t hide it from me. Night after night, you lay in bed digging around in your perverted noggin for some fresh images that will set your cock to throbbing. Visions of beautiful Mistresses stroking their thick rubber cocks –advancing towards your tender hole- flash across mind’s eye, producing only the tiniest of twitches. Must be getting pretty dull for you, huh?

I’m not surprised; you’ve been jacking off to that one since our last sweet and nasty phone sex call. Now here you are, your dick at half-staff and listening to your adored Mistress’ recordings, hoping this time you’ll blow a load, and it will last you through the long day.

Go on close your eyes –breath slowly and remember my voice from our last conversation, controlling your hands on your cock and balls, as I guide my thick appendage deep in your tight, dark recesses. I know isn’t the same without your Mistress whispering in your ear, urging you on to pound while I hang onto your hips and look down on your sweet young ass, as you grind on me like the male slut you’ve always been.

Rocking your hips - begging to shoot your mess into your hand shows what you are - a hungry whore. Poor stroker. You’ve rubbed a raw spot in that fantasy, and you must be running out of brainpower by now. Your cock has taken over Control of your life, and the effects are beginning to show.

The solution is so very simple.

Confess, and then we can move this along. Step over that imaginary line in the sand and you’ll have YEARS of fresh wanking material, and maybe even bring your dreams to life. I know you can’t hold back for much longer, and you’d know it too, if you’d really LOOK at your behavior.

Have you noticed that you are pulling it more, and enjoying it less? Tossing one off fast, in the middle of the day- just to get your mind back on your job- doesn’t seem to be working any more.

A horny slut, that’s what you are – fingers flashing on the keyboard, banging in keywords, frantic to quench your burning thirst. Even with all the evidence of your perceived perversion, it still stays hidden – too humiliating to admit what it is you thirst for.
It will be your undoing, fighting who you are and what you want to be. What happens if you lose the war? When your lack of direction and uncontrolled meat pole pulling, turns out to be your personal Waterloo.

It won’t be long before your co-workers notice you slipping off to the to the john, with a newspaper and your cell phone. One day, because you keep putting off that phone call to confess your secret desire- someone is going to catch you pumping your prick in the last stall of the men’s room.

No, Mistress will not be pleased at your stoic refusal to give into your desires and submit to your Mistress’ will, and spill your secret kinks.

Admit it. A wise and experience Top knows you will embrace it, once you confess.

If you do, you can stop fighting with yourself – trying not to think about what your Mistress already knows. She knows your reoccurring wet dreams, knows which buttons to push, and when. That’s been proven time and time again.

Don’t fight it slut, you know it is WAY past time to call your Mistress Vivian, to face and admit your nature. Time to stop cranking out unfulfilling orgasms and be guided towards your deepest and basest desires- hidden in your dreams.

Confess to the ONE who knows you best. Admit what you REALLY want to feel – for the first time, living steel encased in velvet. Dark ebony, pale pink or chocolate brown, you’d take each and every throbbing pre-cum oozing shaft and acknowledge your new title, Mistress Vivian's Cock Gobbler.