I have My sexless l*ttle chastity b*tch strapped down; sl*t Daisy is secure tightly to My b*ndage bench. Such a powerless sub; a life of s*xual frustration seems apt for this sl*ve. I ensure that the sub’s pent-up lack of s*xual fulfilment is heightened by flaunting My gorgeous lingerie and fabulous figure. Tied and teased, in “eternally frustrating” chastity, My sl*ve is grateful just to be in the same room as Me.

I position Myself over the sl*t and he gazes in lustful worship at My alluringly attractive *ss. I know how desperate and weak this will leave the sl*ve. The sub is already frantic with the desire to play with himself and, even though he has no permission to do so, he is captured within My world, stunned by My beauty he falls quickly into begging Me for permission to stroke himself.

My sub’s c*ck has been locked up in a chastity device for such a long time that his “manhood” may be broken by now. Certainly, his pathetic c*ck appears to need resuscitation, and I have My sl*ve tease himself manually while looking at My stunning *ss. I want to see how much of a l*ttle b*tch this sub can be. As his hand hammers up and down his shaft I tease My b*tch continually: legs, *ss, panties, all are used to tease sl*t Daisy.

As I sit on My sub’s face, gently at first, I sm*ther the sl*ve in delight, and he j*rks off furiously. My sub pulls his plonker with increasing urgency as My scents fill his nostrils. The benefits of *rgasm denial are clearly seen as sl*t Daisy is increasingly unable to avoid demonstrating raw, instinctive responses to My dominance.

I lean more heavily, positioning My round *ss fully on My sub’s face, squashing the air out of My sl*ve: his hand still pumps furiously so I know there is life in him yet! Muffled moans leave the sl*ve’s mouth as I shift on his face, depriving him of Oxygen; he gasps for air as I stand and smile at the state that I have brought the sl*t to. I remount and press deep into his face as I remind the sl*ve that he will never be worthy of anything more than this.

I require My boy to stroke faster and harder. I push his reddened face up so that he can view his “handywork” then I sit on him and watch his l*ttle flushed face squirm between my legs. My sl*ve is in anguish, used to permanent chastity yet with everything so close and his c*ck “to hand” – what is a sub to do? I tease him with the panties, the thin mesh that prevents direct access to losers like this sub. I encourage My sl*ve to show his desperation. I take pleasure in his pathetic, cuckolded behaviours that bring him to this position.

All too soon My boy is begging “Please, can I come?” and I deny this request, ensuring that he stays on the edge, desperate for Me. I continue to squash My sub, denying him in all ways. I know he is close to *rgasm, so I require that he pumps faster, more desperately. My sub moans with frustrated pleasure and I seat Myself once more, looking into his eyes as I provide him with a countdown. On cue sl*t Daisy explodes, sh*oting his mess into his hands.

I make sure that the loser cleans his c*m up, taking the pathetic mess in his mouth and swallowing eagerly like the c*m sl*t that he is. I am satisfied that sl*t Daisy has learned a salutary lesson today: I will ensure that this sub receives “...cruel, bitter sadistic denial for ever!”

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