I have such deeply rooted fantasy of controlling two people as they fuck. I like to watch. More than that however, I very much so like to control.

In my mind, I have on a latex catsuit, and a braided whip in hand. Before me are two eager participants, maybe more, should the occasion call for it. Gender doesn’t matter to me, as long as I get to have my fun.

I want those involved to be primal. I want aggressive, animalistic sex. Preferably, they’ve been edging for a while and have lost all control over their own thoughts; by default needing a goddess to control them. It’ll begin with me ordering them to make out, to scratch one another’s backs so hard that it draws blood, to roam one another’s body with their fingers and lips, making sure that they cover every single inch of skin.

I’ll order them to go down on one another; to suck their partners clit or to take their partners balls in their mouth and make them buck their hips with an immense amount of pleasure. I want them craving one another so bad that both people are begging me to allow more. That they cannot think, they cannot breathe, they cannot last a moment longer without more.

Once they’ve begged enough and I’m satisfied with their desperation, I suppose I’ll allow it. When both parties are leaking with anticipation, I’ll allow them to fuck. Perhaps a man fucks a woman, perhaps she pegs him, perhaps it’s two women and they wish to bring out toys, maybe it’s two men fucking one another; I’m indifferent. Any and all situations would be enjoyable. When they’re close, I’ll tell them to keep going but never to cum. They’ll slow down, trying to obey my commands but I’ll crack my whip and tell them to faster. Inevitably, they’ll have to stop, to take breaks, to ride their edge. I’ll force them to keep going, when they’re begging me to either allow them to stop or for permission to cum. I won’t let them do either.

When I’ve been thoroughly entertained, I’ll grant them both the luxuries of going down on me until I’ve cum on both their faces. Both gooners working on me in unison, together as a team, leaking as they please me.

If I’m feeling generous, I’ll allow them to fuck once again and I’ll count down from ten. I’ll take pauses between each number and tell them to beg for me. If they haven’t begged enough, I’ll crack my whip and yell at them to beg more. No one gets to cum until they’re broken down and helpless. Once I reach one and grant them permission, both of them should be exploding in unison.

In the event that I’m not satisfied with their performance, both will be subject to punishment. No one will get to cum and both will be whipped into further submission so that neither of them will ever make the same mistake again.

It’s a pity that none of you are around to make this fantasy happen. Assuming you entertain me, it’s a rare instance in which I’ll allow you to cum. No cumming for anyone today. I’m yet to see sufficient depravity.