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.