As I recline in My beautiful lingerie, I make My dominant intentions cryst*l clear to My sl*ve. The sub is ordered to edge for Me. I will watch and judge this m*le, as I set him to work, collared, clearly aroused by this cruel humiliation. I am more than generous to this sub, instructing him to hold the image of his Mistress in his mind, pure inspiration for him as he plays with himself for My amusement. I will be the only one enjoying pleasure today.

I remind My sl*ve to note My nude stockings and My high heels. Of course, the sl*ve can see My high heels standing proudly, reaching upwards from the floor where the sl*ve kneels to My perfect feet. The high heels describe both a height and length that My poor sl*ve’s c*ck can only dream of achieving. Nevertheless, I give the order for My sub to begin his demeaning stroking and I demand that he builds arousal, desperation, the want, the need...I will have him overwhelmed, controlled purely through My voice.

My sl*ve responds well, he is eager to show that his lusts are strong, yet totally under My control. I enjoy having My submissives perform naked on their knees for Me, proving their weakness and their worth. I smile as My gaze moves up and down My sl*ve meat, checking his facial expression and observing his aroused c*ck and manipulated mind in action, under pressure.

The humiliation of My sub is intense. I notice his breathing beginning to deepen and labour, while I watch My toy play with himself for no reason other than My enjoyment. Now My sl*ve becomes increasingly desperate and horny, his ragged gasps giving away his desperation. I order him to edge himself, to My every instruction. Eventually this sl*ve will be fully trained, he will c*m on demand. I smile at My sl*ve’s desperate predicament, allowing him to look at Me once more. My boy becomes ever more worked up, getting close, but I still have him continue to stroke. I demand precum, I want to see this sl*ve at the limit of his desperation, right at the end as he strokes most furiously I order him to “STOP!”...

...My sl*ve’s knees buckle temporarily as I deny him, his c*ck jutting out, turning all shades of red, from puce to brighter tones that could almost match My gorgeous red lips – he wishes! All too soon I order “Do it again” and My boy restarts his Miss Anna-sent s*ffering, t*rmenting his mind as much as his frantically bobbing c*ck. I look deep into My boy’s eyes and demand that he keeps going, right to the very edge. I maintain My control and tighten My metaphorical grip, “I want you closer, closer...” and then I stop My sl*ve’s game, ordering him to “...hold it back...”.

As My sl*ve narrowly avoids a ruin and My severe displeasure, he pants with desire and I tease him further “...go again...!” Such a lucky boy, utterly controlled, privileged to be used, enslaved in all ways.

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