Your orgasm is not yours. It never was. Every time you've finished, it's been because a woman allowed it, whether she knew it or not. I'm just the first one honest enough to say it to your face. You cum when I say you cum. Not before. Not after. When I say.
Orgasm control is the purest form of power I know. I can feel you getting close through the phone. I hear it in your breathing, in the little sounds you can't suppress, in the way your voice tightens. And right there, right on the edge, I say stop. And you stop. Because you know what happens if you don't.
When you call and ask for Chanel, I make the rules clear immediately. You do not finish without permission. If you finish without permission, there are consequences, and I am extremely creative with consequences. Most of you learn after exactly one mistake. The smart ones never make it at all.
I'll edge you for the entire call if I feel like it. I'll bring you up slowly, describing exactly what I'm doing to myself while you listen, helpless. I'll get you right to the brink, where you're begging, actually begging, and then I'll start talking about something else entirely. The weather. My day. Anything. You'll be dying, and I'll be calm, and that contrast will drive you absolutely insane.
And when I finally grant you permission, it's an event. I count you down. I tell you exactly when, and you had better time it perfectly, because a man who cums on my command, exactly on my command, has proven something. He's proven he belongs to me. There's no feeling in the world like that release after I've denied you for twenty minutes. It's transcendent. And I gave it to you. Remember that.
Some of you want ruined orgasms, and I do those beautifully. I'll let you finish and then keep going, past the point of pleasure, into that unbearable sensitivity, while I laugh at you squirming. Some of you want to be denied completely, call after call, building up a debt of pleasure that I may or may not ever let you collect. I decide. I always decide.
Pair this with my chastity training if you're serious about surrender. Or just call for one session and see how long you last under my control. Most of you don't make it ten minutes without begging.
Call the dispatcher. Ask for Chanel. And don't you dare finish before I tell you.
Chanel