I have sl*ve Flash bound to a chair, hooded, his legs wide apart with his c*ck and b*lls fully available to Me. It is not surprising that he seems a l*ttle nervous for, as I stand over him, My beauty and My lingerie weaken his resistance. I enjoy watching sl*ve Flash in t*rment and trembling with desperation. My gloved hands roam freely over the sub, teasing past his groin as the sl*ve listens intently to Me.

My beauty affects sl*ve Flash deeply; he apologises for the obvious wetness of his c*ck. Another sl*ve unable to control himself, leaking for My stockings, My short skirt, My cleavage. All totally understandable and a weakness that I will take advantage of. I acknowledge that sl*ve Flash is with Me “on loan” and therefore two dominant Females will take pleasure in his predicament. All the while I stroke the sub’s c*ck into stiffness, a solid reminder of his lust and selfish need.

Next I remind the sl*ve of his position; I grip his b*lls tightly, causing the sub to sigh as I turn up the pressure. I apply My vicelike hold on the heavy, bulging, spheres. As I keep the tension, sl*ve Flash groans and the veins stand out on his bl*e b*lls. I promise to leave those b*lls feeling painful, sore and frustrated today.

I grip the sl*ve’s neck, I place a stockinged knee on sl*ve Flash’s leg and I continue to increase his understanding of My power. The sub trembles and shivers with fear and I confirm “It will never stop!” Now I stimulate the swollen member, My gloved fingers swiftly bring sl*ve Flash to the edge. I release his c*ck and it rocks up and down, in time with his head rocking back. I laugh at him, firmly under My control.

“No time at all!” I note, humiliating the sl*ve for his inability to sustain himself under My manipulation. I have his c*ck dancing firmly to My tune.

The sub swallows, his throat dry, as he nervously hopes for My fingers to return and tease his c*ck. I squeeze his d*ck hard and he moans loudly, then I restart the t*rment of his rigid, desperate c*ck. The sub breathes deeply now, relieved to be s*ffering under the attention that he hoped for. I have sl*ve Flash’s head oscillating now, as I operate him like a machine. Each touch of his c*ck causes the sub to move deeper into submission.

The j*rking continues – sl*ve Flash’s uncoordinated lurching and wobbling that is! I continue the *dging, taking the frustration and multiplying it until sl*ve Flash groans deeply. “Are you close to cumming, or close to tapping out?” I demand. Of course, the sub has no way out, he needs this and sl*ve Flash admits that he is close to the release that he seeks. That is ideal, it allows Me another deep squeeze of the sub’s reddened, swollen nuts. The engorged c*ck seesaws about while I squash sl*ve Flash’s clockweights for fun.

Now I take those b*lls in one hand, pulling them roughly and away from the sub’s body. Meanwhile My other hand strokes the c*ck, adding the strict excitement that the sub cannot resist. The combination of cruel teasing and s*ffering has sl*ve Flash tense, struggling. In a flash (!) the sl*ve is begging Me “Please Miss!” for release. As if: I take away the pleasure and isolate the c*ck in mid-air, useless, a rigid rod of ignored inflexibility.

I continue to alternate the teasing with denial and sl*ve Flash looks at his c*ck in disbelief. How can anything feel this good and yet be so unrelentingly, frustratingly, p*ined? Again, he begs “Please Miss” and he pants heavily as I p*ss judgement “No!” I look into the sub’s eyes, finding the feelings that I control before, at a touch of My fingers, sl*ve Flash is unable to hold My stare.

I send the sub back into paroxysms of expectant joy, his c*ck being stroked as his b*lls ping up and down, hoping to spurt all over the room. We p*ss through half a dozen denials with the sl*ve just managing to hold back the seemingly inevitable flow. Such a good boy for Me, still seeking his prize, but only at My whim. Now sl*ve Flash seems tired, breathing raggedly, his head so heavy on his shoulders, his muscles aching. But I am fresh, in command and dictating everything, stroking the sub’s c*ck cruelly. I grip the c*ck and crush, even as I stroke.

The excitement is overbearing, sl*ve Flash closes his eyes and begs again “Please Miss, can I c*m?” and he is rejected firmly once more “No!” Such tension for the sub, such fun and enjoyment for Me, over and over again. Still sl*ve Flash grows, his thick c*ck bouncing under My control. I use a variety of techniques, pressing My breasts against his face, My stockings rubbing against his legs and his c*ck throbbing in My hands. I let the sub think that he will come and deny him once more with laughter and renewed teasing.

The sub is almost used up; he can barely hold his s*men in place as I tantalize his organ. The sl*ve’s begging is now non-stop, and I order sl*ve Flash to “C*m for Me now!” There is a moment of quiet and then ropes of c*m spurt forth, hooping out of the sl*ve’s c*ck as he groans deeply and I laugh. The sl*ve shakes and trembles as sticky gloop clings to his c*ck head and then falls to the floor. The c*ck continues to drip as the sub shows his desperate submission.

The most painful, cruel, ruined *rgasm is what sl*ve Flash deserved. I leave him with a super-sensitive c*ck, still desperate for more, a lasting memory of My t*rment.

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