I recline upon My regal bed, with a lucky and, utterly desperate, sl*ve K beside Me. I have seduced My boy’s c*ck and mind with My beauty and power, My lingerie, My high-heeled boots and My intent. This sub is fully open, vulnerable to Me and g*gging for whatever I bring and which spicy l*ttle games that I choose to play.

I have been t*rmenting sl*ve K all day and, once more, I handle his c*ck – fattening it up, exciting him. I have edged him, denied all release and filled his b*lls until they have swollen generously. My boy’s face is red from the exertion of being used in this way. I sit over him, looking down as I manipulate his erect c*ck and wreck his self-control.

I assert My orders; there will be no cumming without permission. My boy will absorb My attentions, even as he amuses Me. My firm grip builds the next tease up and My sl*ve sighs with unrequited need. I w*ste no time, swinging My legs over his, climbing aboard and looking down upon him. I feel sl*ve K’s c*ck stiffen still further, and it bobs up against My panties. What a greedy sl*ve K, his m*le desperation found wanting by My patient, measured control.

I keep My panties positioned over sl*ve K’s c*ck, having his head feel the material without “...the satisfaction of being inside of them.” My boy’s breathing is deep now, his c*ck at full stiffness. But I am not done, I swing over and place My *ss, in those tight, warm panties over My sl*ve’s face. I look into the camera innocently, as I demand that My boy savours the sweet aromas circling his face. I see his c*ck twitching excitedly, desperate to plunge into My cleavage. Instead, I grip the pulsing member in My gloved hands and stroke him further into denied pleasure.

My boy’s deep breaths, his fat c*ck ready to explode. I read sl*ve K like a book, dictating his responses and then letting go off his teased c*ck, denying release. Within seconds I am taking him closer, stroking his soaked c*ck towards the edge. Now My boy groans and his moans please Me; I find many rewards in working My subs over and sl*ve K does not disappoint Me. How much more will he take? I fondle, caress and squeeze his hard inches. My boy tenses, admitting that he cannot take much more. My smile grows as I edge him, owning the process as well as the frustrated c*ck.

Once again I tease, only to deny. I increase the t*rment, sitting back onto My sl*ve’s face-seat. Evey part of My body seems to be a t*rment for the weakened m*le beneath Me. My *ss now controls the sl*ve’s responses, whether the cadence of his breath or the stiffness of his c*ck. I have so much time and yet My boy may only think in s*xual milliseconds. The sm*thering of My boy, generously having him sn*ff My panties, sends sl*ve K’s flagpole rising high. I know he wishes to fly the white flag of surrender, but I am not ready for feeble m*le gestures.

“No choice in breathing!” I continue My denial training. Denied of air, denied of pleasure – My sl*ve is given My control and trained further in what that means for him. My needs and My fun are paramount, even as he gulps air down feverishly whilst remaining hard for Me. Now I take him closer to the edge of spunking as he groans loudly, underneath My dominant *ss and sensual lingerie. Denial of pleasure is what this boy deserves, I decide to ruin him.

I rub his stiffness intermittently, until with a shout My boy’s spunk eases out onto his stomach. A ruin if ever I saw one, as I watch and laugh “ruined, dripping, released” I milk every bit out. With accustomed discipline I have My boy open wide and feed his c*m straight back inside him, having him savour the tasty treat. My boy thanks Me and I promise to build his frustration once again!

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