Control the Cock, Control the Man

Your entire life has changed since you met her. It seems like forever ago that you made every decision on your own, especially those involving your cock and what you would do with it and when. But really, she’s only been in control for a short while… A short while that altered your life. Once she took control of your cock she had control of everything. You may not have realized that right away, but she certainly knew.

Not Just Another Pretty Face

That day at work when she walked in and smiled at you. Temp girls come and go, and you rarely pay any attention to them, but there was something about her that you just could not help focusing on almost obsessively. Smiling back, you quickly went to your office and closed the door, the soft scent of her perfume followed you in and that was when you should have known there was no escape, but you didn’t. Instead, you told yourself she was nothing special. Pretty, sure, but she wasn’t any sexier than anyone else. Her navy-blue skirt was fitted but conservative, completely appropriate just like her white blouse, for the office. Yes, she did have on those amazing shoes, platform navy stilettos that you only noticed because she seemed so tall for a woman. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have paid any attention to something like that. They did instantly remind you of the last time you saw a show in a strip club, those high heels and naked gorgeous legs, so long and leading straight up to a very hot body. But this wasn’t the same girl, she looked nothing like a stripper, just a pretty girl. You took some deep breaths and calmed down, just as someone knocked on your door. You called for them to come in and felt your heart beat faster when she slipped in, smiling and telling you she was your temp and filling in for the next month or so and then a breathy, “If you need me, I‘ll be right here.” as she turned and left. That was when you looked down at the tent in your pants.

The Trouble With Cocks

You knew getting involved with her would be a very bad idea. Sat there behind your desk day after day, praying your cock would calm down before you had to get up and walk out of the office. Carrying your briefcase to lunch because you knew you’d see her and react. She knew too and made a point of coming in the office as often as she could. Always that one button seemed to come open when she leaned across your desk to hand you a paper to sign or set down the cup of coffee she insisted on bringing in. Her breasts looked so full and sexy, all you wanted to do was slide your hand down the front of her shirt and touch them, or stick your cock between them…. That thought almost made you cum sitting there and she looked at you as if she knew exactly what had just happened.

Your cock was hers long before she ever even saw it. Her cock control was so great, you were counting the days until her temp service was over and you could make a move. She’d made it clear that she never messed around with her boss and you cock wasn’t willing to take the chance of a premature rejection.

You Belong to Her

The day came and just as you were leaving the office, she walked in and closed the door behind her. Unbuttoning her shirt slowly, your cock did much more than twitch as she revealed those beautiful breasts you’d been lusting after for a month. Smiling that same secret knowing smile she walked over to you and perched on the edge of your desk, her demure skirt now riding high on her thighs. You stood up then, thinking you’d make a move, do something manly like you see in movies, but instead she reached out and unfastened your pants, freeing your cock and watching, with a soft laugh as you came, with only the tip of her finger brushing across you dick.

“You’ll have to do better next time.” she whispered and slipped off the desk, buttoning her blouse and motioning for you to follow her. You thought to yourself as you left the office, that this was only the beginning, you’d follow her anywhere. Your cock was going to insist on it. As she walked to your car and waited for you to open the door, she smiled and rubbed against you. Whispering something about wanting to go someplace warm and wouldn’t you love to see her in a bikini. And so it began, control the cock and control the man. You’ll go wherever she likes and do whatever she likes, just to make your cock, or should I say “her cock” happy.

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