I sit comfortably, poised, teasing My sl*ve G. My boy kneels: he is collared, naked and with his nose held as close to My controlling feet and shoes as he is able - he is adoring, challenged by My perfection. I will take full advantage of this for My amusement and I intend to treat sl*ve G to “...a cruel, t*rmenting predicament.”

My boy, overwhelmed by proximity to My sacred feet, is blithely unaware and absorbed in a world of pleasure that I will now disrupt entirely for My own ends. I prove My sl*ve's weakness and utterly vulnerable state by asking him how My feet smell. Immediately My boy breathes heavily and pants out the answer “Simply wonderful, Miss Anna!!” I expected no less from My sl*ve G, My shoe and foot devotee...

...I hold the leash in My world and it is currently attached to the collar that sl*ve G wears. I dictate that the shoes that he loves will now be taken away from him, purely at My whim. I stand, order My boy to kneel up and I cause My boy to whimper at the prospect of worshipping My armpits. The aroma drives My boy to deeper levels of obedience and I tease him, causing his apparent poise to be ripped apart as he declares that he “...would do anything, Miss Anna...” simply to delight in My beauty and power. I have My boy sn*ff deeply and sl*ve G turns beetroot red with joy, desperation, desire and dreams that are at least partly realised for some moments.

I laugh at My sl*ve's desperation, the power that I have and the sl*ve's throbbing c*ck. “No!! No more...” I let sl*ve G down rapidly and impose My will, pushing the sl*ve's nose lower, down to My bare *ss. My lucky boy is lost, controlled, following My every demand and he kneels lower searching for every drop of fresh sweat from My body. The sl*ve's sighs become high-pitched as his nostrils fill with yet another aromatic feast from his Mistress “...divine, Miss Anna!!!” he yells as his ragged breathing betrays his mental state - approaching that of a submissive puddle.

I continue to ramp up the pressure, holding My sl*ve's head to My body as his noisy breathing increases and he gulps the air that I give him. I work his brain over, shaping his thoughts and I encourage My boy to tease himself mentally to “...show how desperate you can be for Me.” I relent, only to take My ease, have My sl*ve kneel up and provide Me with access to My c*ck. I grip sl*ve G's hardness and manipulate him, looking into his eyes until he flinches away, admitting that he is “...very excited...” having not been permitted an *rgasm for seven whole days. I continue to excite him, verbally, visually, by touch as sl*ve G's c*ck juts out at ninety degrees, wet, desperate for My attentions...

...My foot strays into the sub's groin and rubs his stiff c*ck, almost unbearably for him. By now sl*ve G is unable to talk, his grunts and head shaking tell Me all that I care to know. My perfect toes tease his c*ck, grazing the stiffness, making it to ooze a l*ttle. I order sl*ve G to earn these privileges and ask him how he will do this today. Fearful of losing such pleasures sl*ve G comes to and suggests a ruined *rgasm - I laugh deeply as I admit that sl*ve G will not be permitted any type of *rgasm! Instead I will keep teasing, keep letting him worship as I deny sl*ve G any such pleasure, *dging and then stopping, denying comprehensively.

As I stroke him once more, sl*ve G reaches the edge within seconds! I order “Don't you dare come, HOLD IT BACK!!” and sl*ve G recoils with his hands on his thighs, denying himself his desires just as his Mistress intends. I order him to start the process once more “...bring it to me!” and softly at first, but more urgently I ply his firm c*ck turning his pleasure into a nightmarish predicament. My boy becomes wet and I have him l*ck this from My hand as sl*ve G begins to beg ever more frequently “Please, Miss Anna!”

As if begging would work today! It is far more fun for Me to edge My sl*ve, increasing his noisy, jerky movements, finding the edge, holding him there and then denying. I order sl*ve G to l*ck My feet and he begins without delay, with energy, positively besotted with this task. I use sl*ve G's attentiveness to increase his desperation, feeding the loop from his saturated mind into his c*ck. Both m*le brains are now at bursting point and I am ready for more! The worship of My feet “...heavenly, Miss Anna...” continues as sl*ve G is driven deeper. I command him to stop, apply My hand to his c*ck and in no time another edged denial takes place!

As I restart the cycle, sl*ve G mews in ecstasy and I laugh, watching his humiliating worship while controlling his every move and response. I demand more enthusiasm “..absolute, pure, desperation...” and sl*ve G emits noises of joy as he worships, then begs Me to stop the c*ck t*rment and finally bellows in high-pitched denial as I order “Don't let it spill...!!!“ as his denied c*ck bobs up and down, hard, bright red, engorged, desperate for release.

Once more I use sl*ve G's penchant for *ss worship. I ensure that he kisses, worships, adores and desperately degrades himself for My amusement. Again, I apply tender manual ministrations and, noting the beginnings of an attempt to thrust, I deny My boy yet again. I redouble his *ss worship as sl*ve G makes noises more akin to a than a man, admitting that his desperation is becoming painful, yet unable to tear himself away from Me.

I spit into sl*ve G's mouth and continue to deny him c*mpletely. Sure as sl*ve G is that he is about to come, I deny him expertly again and then press his red, hot face into My armpits - the state sl*ve G is in! As I demand that he considers the taste of My sweat sl*ve G's face turns serene in total contrast to the throbbing of his c*ck in My hands. I continue to stroke and sl*ve G moans ever more loudly, s*ffering for Me through several more denials in quick succession, ever more painful.

Relentless *dging is such fun. It is a joy to see how far I can take My submissive, bending him in all directions, physically and mentally: I demonstrate to all how subservient and submissive My sl*ve is to Me. I return sl*ve G to his knees at My feet - the position that I started this cycle of t*rment from, you may recall. You have seen but one cycle, yet...how many times have I started sl*ve G's cycles of t*rment today, from this very position at My feet?

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