Jinx Owns Every Inch of the Submissive Man
A raw first person confession of pegging domination
I Strap On and Claim What Belongs to Me
I am Jinx and I do not ask permission. Tonight the submissive man waits on his knees exactly where I told him to stay. His eyes stay down because I trained him that way. The moment my hands fasten the harness around my hips the air changes. Pegging is not a game for me. It is pure ownership. I coat the thick silicone cock in lube until it shines and then I step behind him. One hand presses between his shoulder blades forcing his chest to the floor. The other guides the tip against his tight hole. I push slow at first just to feel him open. Then I drive in deep and hard until the base of my strap on meets his ass. He gasps and I laugh. This is what a dominant nonbinary body feels like when it takes what it wants.
Make Him Beg While I Fuck Him Open
Every thrust is deliberate. I roll my hips so the pegging cock scrapes that sweet spot inside him again and again. His moans turn into broken words. Please. More. Own me. I slap his ass and tell him to count every stroke. The submissive man counts until his voice cracks. I reach under him and wrap my fingers around his cock just to deny him. Pegging is about control and I keep him on the edge while my strap on fills him completely. Sweat runs down my chest. My nonbinary body feels powerful and filthy and free. I lean over his back and speak low against his ear. You exist for this. You exist for my cock. Take it deeper. He pushes back onto me like the perfect toy he is.
I Use His Body Until He Breaks
There are no soft limits tonight. I pull out only long enough to flip him onto his back. His legs go over my shoulders and I slam back in. The angle is brutal and perfect. I watch his face while I peg him. Tears mix with spit and I wipe them with my thumb then force that same thumb into his mouth. Suck. He does. The submissive man is fully mine. My free hand strokes his cock in the same rhythm as my hips. I tell him he is not allowed to come until I say so. When I finally give permission he shudders and spills across his own stomach. I keep thrusting through it. Pegging does not stop just because he finished. I use him until my own pleasure builds and crashes. Only then do I slow. Only then do I pull out and leave him open and dripping and marked.
Aftercare Is Still Ownership
I unbuckle the harness and drop it beside us. My fingers slide into his stretched hole just to feel the heat I created. He whimpers and I kiss his forehead. Good boy. You took my cock so well. The submissive man curls against my nonbinary body and I let him. Pegging is the language we speak and tonight the conversation was long and loud and filthy. I already know I will strap on again tomorrow. He already knows he will kneel and open for me without question. That is how it works when Jinx decides someone belongs to them.