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• My Sissy’s Locktober Lesson

  October 8, 2025

  My Sissy’s Locktober Lesson

  by Roni • 888-750-4746 Ext 807

  

  Locktober always makes me smile. As your keyholder, I love the sound of your chastity cage clicking shut while I giggle and twirl the key between my fingers. Each day I test your limits, pushing your sissy training and craving deeper into orgasm denial.

  I start by keeping the cage locked for 24 hours straight, watching you squirm and beg for release. Sometimes I’ll unlock it for just a few minutes, letting you feel the anticipation only to put it right back on. Other times, I’ll tease you with my hand, sliding it over your covered cock but never giving in to your pleas for a touch.

  I toy with you, adjusting your cage to tighten the fit just enough to make it uncomfortable but not enough to cause real harm. It’s all about the mental game, keeping you guessing and desperate. When you least expect it, I might even surprise you by taking the cage off completely, only to put it back on a few seconds later.

  It’s exhilarating to have this kind of power over you, to be the one in control during Locktober. As your submissive, you’re completely at my mercy, and I relish in the knowledge that I can deny you the release you so desperately crave. It’s a thrill unlike any other, and I’ll continue to push your limits each and every day of this month-long challenge. In the end, it’s not just about orgasm denial – it’s about the intensity of our bond, the depth of your devotion, and the satisfaction of witnessing your complete surrender to me.

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• Lingerie Lessons: JOI Femdom Training

  September 23, 2025

  Lingerie Lessons: JOI Femdom Training

  

  My hands gripped his cock with practiced control, long brown hair spilling down my back as I smiled at the submissive kneeling before me. He wasn’t new to my training anymore—he’d begged for these lessons, hungry to learn the art of JOI and lingerie worship. And I was more than happy to turn his need into my playground.

  “Stroke it faster, pervert,” I purred, letting my tongue tease the head just enough to make him shiver. “Don’t you dare forget the way I showed you—every inch, every vein.” His breath hitched, body straining under my command, and I relished in the power of his obedience.

  Leaving him trembling, I strutted to my dresser and pulled out lace. A bra. Panties. A delicate corset. “Put them on,” I demanded, watching his hands shake as he slid into the silky fabric. The lingerie hugged his body like it was meant to be there all along. My grin widened. “Good boy. Now get on your knees and worship my collection like the treasure it is.”

  He opened the drawer reverently, kissing silk, satin, and lace, lips brushing over each piece as though it were sacred. I watched, heat curling low in my stomach, before climbing onto his face, grinding my lace panties against his mouth. “Edge yourself while you serve me,” I whispered wickedly. “But don’t cum until I say so. If you forget a single ribbon on my corset, you’ll regret it.”

  His muffled moans vibrated against me as he stroked frantically, every movement proof of my control. In that moment, he wasn’t just my student—he was my toy, my canvas, my proof that lingerie and JOI aren’t lessons you pass. They’re lessons you live.

  Kisses from your sissy trainer, 💜

  Roni

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