I adored my visit to The Oubliette, even more so as I had the opportunity to bring a sl*ve along to showcase their talents and willingness to s*ffer at my mercy. Sl*ve G certainly didn't disappoint and I had great fun teasing him until literal breaking point in front of their cameras.

G is tethered with his arms above his head, stripped naked and vulnerable. I ask him when was the last time he had an *rgasm - 2 weeks ago. This is a very long time for G to hold back a release, clearly he wanted to impress me during our visit. Desperate and dripping pre c*m onto the floor, my sl*ve is aching, longing for a climax to his arousal. After a l*ttle teasing with my fingertips, I inform G that I will allow him his wish of an *rgasm however it will be a cruel ruined *rgasm. I intend to take great pleasure teasing and denying him until he can take it no longer. I will get much enjoyment from watching his t*rment, which will end with disappointment for him- a frustrating ruined *rgasm for my pleasure.

I bring his attention to my beautiful heels, after all, I know how much he adores my perfect size 3 feet. I tease my sl*ve with how they look walking around him and how they would taste on his tongue. I want him to focus on how good it would feel for him to worship them while I tease his eager c*ck. His desperation builds as I pleasure his c*ck with my hand, and it is only moments before he reaches the edge for the first time. Stopping all stimulation at once, he shakes with frustration and I wait for the wave to subside. I repeat this pattern of teasing and denying, keeping him eternally longing for the feel of my touch.

He is so desperate, taken to the edge and denied. He dances and squirms, tensing his legs to reduce the wave of oncoming *rgasm. I give him relentless t*rment with my hand, but I don’t believe he has proven his desperation enough to me yet. Slow and soft, hard and fast, I mercilessly tease him with my fist around his c*ck. He shouts over and over that he is close to an *rgasm, and I push him to his very limit of self control. He eventually gets too far past the edge, I pull my hand back at once and his *rgasm ruins all over the floor. He shakes his body to gain any extra stimulation to intensify his climax, but it is to no avail, his c*m dribbles from the tip of his c*ck in a most pathetic manner. I laugh at his ridiculous attempts and the disappointment in his face. Sl*ve G receives the physical effects of an *rgasm, but no joy or satisfaction. I decide that from now on, each of his *rgasms will be carried out in this way, teased and c*mpletely denied any form of gratification.

SL*VE G'S CRUELEST RUINED *RGASM YET

SLVE G'S CRUELEST RUINED RGASM YET