The ride was already moving when she climbed into the car beside him and pulled the safety bar down across both of their laps. The old carnival lights flickered once and died, leaving only the weak glow from the emergency strips along the track. Venus slid her hand between his thighs without asking and squeezed. “You got on this ride because you wanted to see what I’d do,” she said, voice low and steady. “So now you’re going to stay exactly where I put you while I decide how hard this gets. You’re strapped in. I’m not. And the only thing moving is my hand while I turn this into femdom phone sex whether you were ready for the full ride or not.”

She unzipped him while the car climbed the first hill. The metal creaked under them. Venus wrapped her fingers around him and stroked slow, then faster, then stopped completely when he tried to lift his hips. She made him sit back and keep his hands on the bar. Every time the car jerked she tightened her grip and dragged her thumb over the head until he was leaking. She described the empty midway outside the windows — closed booths, one broken neon sign still buzzing, the wind pushing paper cups across the asphalt — while she kept working him with steady, controlled strokes. When he got close she took her hand away and rested it on his thigh, nails digging in just enough to keep him still.

The car dropped. Venus used the momentum to push two fingers into his mouth and hold them there while she reached down again with her other hand. She fucked her fingers in and out of his mouth in time with the strokes on his cock, telling him to suck and not to bite. The ride rattled around a sharp turn. She pulled her fingers free, wiped them on his shirt, and then slid her hand lower to cup his balls and squeeze while she stroked him again. He was shaking. She kept the pace even and mean, never quite letting him tip over, making him feel every inch of the track under them while she stayed completely in control.

Halfway Around the Track

They passed the old funhouse. Venus made him turn his head and look at the broken mirrors while she worked him harder. She told him exactly what she was going to do once the ride stopped — how she was going to keep him in the car, how she was going to climb over the bar and sit on his face first, then on his cock, and how she wasn’t going to let him cum until she was finished. She described the weight of her, the way she’d grind, the way she’d hold his wrists down against the seat. The car climbed again. She stroked him through the entire rise, then stopped at the top and just held him, thumb pressing under the head, while she waited for the drop.

When it came she stroked him through it, tight and fast, until he was right on the edge. Then she stopped again. She leaned in, bit the side of his neck hard enough to leave a mark, and kept her hand still while the car rattled toward the station. “You’re going to stay hard until I say otherwise,” she told him. “And when this ride ends you’re going to thank me for every second I made you wait.” She gave him three more slow strokes, then pulled her hand away completely and sat back, watching him try to breathe while the car rolled into the dark station.

Venus stayed on the line after the ride stopped, voice calm and satisfied, telling him the next car leaves whenever he calls. If you want a domme who puts you on the ride and then actually uses you the whole way around, you know where to find me.

More of Venus and the rest of her schedule are at thesincenter.com/Venus.