I have dressed My sl*ve A in a red hood, to match My own beautifully hot attire. Of course, My boy’s “clothing” is My collar and a hood that reveals the rest of his body, including his obvious stimulation at serving Me and being used to amuse Me today. I increase his feelings of excitement by speaking to My sl*ve in hushed tones, whilst noting how much his hard c*ck is already dripping – simply being in My presence today is enough to cause My sl*ve’s composure to break.

I expect this, of course, and have planned to edge and ruin My boy – such pleasure for Me through full control of My boy. What mighty handfuls of provocative delight for My desperate, eager sl*ve. I start to tease his stiff c*ck with gentle touches, stroking and encouraging his fateful desires - lusts that remain subservient to My wishes. With no recent “release” My boy is rapt, standing to attention for Me, begging for it.

No matter what My boy feels, I will take My time with this sl*ve, increasing his t*rment to unbearable levels. I continue to build sl*ve A’s desperation, controlling his thoughts through his c*ck, physically and mentally overwhelming him. My sub is grateful to Me as I explain that he will undergo five *dging cycles, he agrees immediately that is “fair” and I understand why – not only am I always correct but I also have My hands on the lever of control as I d*ck-tate proceedings. There are so many reasons why sl*ve A agrees with everything that I say.

I increase the rate of My stroke, easing the sl*ve’s c*ck towards release and tantalising sl*ve A. I smile as I enjoy My fun and because I know that I am building tension, pleasurable agony, and utter fever within My sl*ve. My rapid strokes rub My sl*ve up just the right way, urging him on as I remind My sub that I am wearing My leather leggings and gorgeous shoes. He cannot see them but, in his agonised mind, I paint the pictures that he sees. My sl*ve’s reaction is immediate, and he groans, panting with need as I continue to caress him into obedient, needy desperation. My sl*ve is just ”...so close...” and...

...I laugh as I let his c*ck go, it bounces in the air searching for its tormentor, My soft, smooth, hand. My sl*ve A pants with frustrated lust, his pole standing proud in defeated obedience. I confirm that My promises are always met: My sl*ve is exactly where I said he would be, controlled, and dominated. Edge one is completed, so I move on into the second *dging and My sl*ve makes continuous noise now: his sighing, groaning and lewd animalistic sounds reveal the submissive m*le’s truth. I dominate and My sl*ves all respond to Me as I wish them to.

I feel sl*ve A right on the edge now, in a constant struggle to stay with Me. I rub his c*ck into a deeper frenzy, disconnecting him entirely from the outside world – sl*ve A is fully held within My world now. My sl*ve gasps as I vary the speed, faster, slower, taking him along the edge of release but never over it. I give sl*ve A permission only to s*ffer, continually, as I admire My handiwork and ruthless techniques. My enjoyment is self-fulfilling as I move sl*ve A closer and closer to release and then deny it as My boy’s legs begin to give way. As My sl*ve attempts to thrust, he finds his c*ck once more in mid-air, bobbing uselessly, redundant, his efforts futile without My touch to validate them.

Fever has set in fully and My boy pants loudly now. I know that he wants more, he cannot help but fall further under My control, seeking the b*zz of contact that I may choose to bestow upon his powerless c*ck. Edge two is done and I introduce the third cycle to his reddened rod. Within seconds the groans of My boy indicate that he is provoked to release but there is no time, I have already eased away, and his frenzied, dry thrusting is of no use. What fun, it is so amusing for Me, fascinating to observe some of the m*le’s weaknesses pressured and displayed for all to see.

Edge three aroused sl*ve A in no time, I begin the next approach with My left hand, changing the angle of tease as My boy sways slightly now – his muscles feeling the strain of physical overload. I hold all the power here and continue to fluster My boy towards hopeless surrender. My boy cries out and I confirm “No!” as once again I leave the sl*ve unsated after edge four.

The fifth tease begins, and I taunt My sl*ve with the possibility of a release “...probably not...”. As I tease his c*ck, sl*ve A is left on tenterhooks, no longer knowing what to feel other than dominated by Me. I induce utter fever and trepidatious elation, all focused upon Me.... then I halt the sensations once more, only to resurrect them, straight up again, and continue My fun with a drive towards a ruined *rgasm.

My sl*ve becomes very noisy as I insert a sixth edge and then, as he j*rks about and bends over, I ruin him. So slowly his c*m leaks out, dripping down his engorged shaft as I laugh at the state that I have brought My sl*ve to. The drops of his ruined release fall from his c*ck together with his dignity.

There will be no overwrought sl*ves in My world. Only those that are fully under My control exist here, such as I have demonstrated with sl*ve A, serving Me.

EDGED AND RUINED IN RED