Tease me, command me, let my cum flow out until I can no longer resist to cum
Make sure i am completly empty - then give me the rest
As a slave my main purpose is just to get drained and please my Mistresses...
In the dimly lit chamber of my enslavement, my insatiable kinky mistress reveled in the power she wielded over my trembling body.
Yesterday, the air had been thick with anticipation as I begged for her touch, my desperation a sweet aphrodisiac to her dominating spirit. With a wicked smile and a flick of her wrist, she blindfolded me, stripping away the last veneer of my control. My clothes fell away, one piece at a time, leaving my flesh exposed and vulnerable to her hungry gaze. Each inch of my quivering form sent a shiver of pleasure through her, as she watched the beginnings of an erection strain against the fabric of my boxers, a clear testament to the effectiveness of her teasing. My breath grew ragged as she whispered her command, the sound of my obedience music to her ears—no touching, not even the slightest brush against my burgeoning arousal. The room echoed with the promise of what was to come, my body a canvas of untouched desire, just waiting for the stroke of her hand to bring forth the masterpiece of my pleasure.
Bound by the velvet ropes of her will, I felt the weight of her gaze upon my trapped arousal, the fabric of my underwear straining against the rigid fullness that sought release. Each moment of her cruel denial was a sweet agony, the very air in the room thick with the scent of my desperation. Her breath grew ragged as she took in the sight of my cock, half-erect and begging for the slightest touch. I could almost feel the warmth of her gaze upon the precum that beaded at the tip, a silent testament to the power she held over me. My body was her plaything, my hands balled into fists at my sides in a futile attempt to resist the siren call of self-indulgence. The anticipation was a tangible force, a symphony of unspoken need that resonated within the very walls of the chamber. As she stepped closer, her breasts brushing against my bare skin, I was acutely aware of the control she had over me, my every nerve ending singing with the promise of the torment she would bestow upon my desperate flesh. The day stretched before me like an eternity of exquisite pain, where every caress would be a heavenly gift, and every refusal a delicious slice of hell.
As I lay bound, the room seemed to pulse with the rhythm of my own desperate heartbeat. I felt the warmth of your fingertip as it danced a delicate path down my chest, tracing the ridge of my abs to the elastic waistband that held my imprisoned cock. Your devious chuckle sent a shiver down my spine as you grazed the fabric that barely contained my burgeoning arousal, the dampness growing with every passing second. My body arched slightly, seeking more of the contact that was so cruelly withheld. The muscles in my thighs tightened, a silent plea for you to continue the sweet torture. Yet, you remained elusive, stepping back to allow the cold air to caress my exposed flesh, leaving me to writhe in the agony of unsated lust. Your gaze roamed my body, a visual feast that left no inch of my quivering form untouched. The anticipation grew to an unbearable crescendo, the very air around us charged with the electricity of our power exchange. Your eyes bore into me, taking in every detail of my arousal—the tightness of my balls, the way my chest rose and fell with each ragged breath. It was as if I were your property, a living, breathing embodiment of desire at your mercy. The knowledge that my release was entirely in your hands sent a thrill through me, making my cock throb even more insistently. As the day went on, I could feel myself inexorably drawn to the edge of a cliff, where only the touch of your divine being could save me from the abyss of unbridled passion. Each moment of denial brought me closer to the precipice of ecstasy, a place where only you could lead me, a realm of exquisite torment where my every moan and whimper was a hymn to your dominance. And as I awaited your next move, the room itself seemed to hold its breath, the anticipation of your touch driving me to the brink of madness.
With the calculated grace of a predator stalking its prey, she reached for the elastic of my boxers, the anticipation of her touch causing my entire body to quiver with need. The fabric peeled away, releasing the head of my swollen cock with a tantalizing tug that sent a jolt of pleasure through me. I watched in a haze of desire as she took a step back, her hand disappearing behind her to retrieve the small bowl of shaving cream. The coolness of the cream was a stark contrast to the feverish heat of my skin as she brought it back into view. My heart raced as the hiss of the aerosol filled the air, the white mist descending upon my exposed groin, coating my erection and testicles with a foamy embrace. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of mischief and desire as the cream clung to me, creating a barrier between her hand and my eager flesh. I flinched slightly as the coldness hit my skin, the suddenness of the sensation sending a shiver through me. The room grew still, the only sounds the steady beat of my pulse and the seductive hiss of the shaving cream dispenser. I could feel the anticipation thicken in the air, a palpable force that made my cock throb even more insistently. The sight of her leaning in, her breath warm against the chilly shaving cream, was almost too much to bear. The soft mounds of my balls twitched involuntarily in response to her gentle exhalation, a silent plea for the next move in this erotic dance of dominance and submission. The moment of uncertainty was intoxicating, the suspense building like the tightening of a bowstring, ready to release at the slightest provocation. The air was charged with the electricity of erotic tension, and I knew that she had something deviously delightful planned for me, something that would push the boundaries of our power play even further.
Through the veil of my blindfold, I could sense the intensity of her gaze upon my exposed flesh, the shaving cream now a warm embrace that coated my cock and balls. My anticipation grew with every shallow breath, my body trembling at the thought of what was to come. In her firm grasp, the cold steel of the straight razor glinted with a promise of both torment and release. As she began to glide the blade along my skin, the sensation was like nothing I had ever felt—sharp and thrilling, sending soft gasps escaping my lips. The scent of the shaving cream melded with the intoxicating musk of my own arousal, the potent aroma filling the air and fueling my desire. Each meticulous stroke was executed with a precision that sent shivers of excitement down my spine, the cold steel a silent testament to the power she held over me. With a cruel and deliberate touch, she removed every last hair, leaving my cock and balls bare and vulnerable. The tension in the room grew palpable as the last strands fell away, revealing my swollen member and tightened sack. I could feel myself growing harder, the anticipation driving me to the brink of madness. Then she stepped back, the object of my ultimate submission now clearly in view—a gleaming chrome cock cage. The cold, unforgiving metal was a stark reminder of the power exchange between us, a symbol of her dominance and my unyielding need for her control. My breath grew ragged as the cage loomed closer, the coldness a stark contrast to the heat of my trapped arousal. As she stepped closer, the cage in hand, the weight of her intent was unmistakable. The realization of what was to come sent a wave of both fear and excitement through me, my cock twitching in anticipation. The power dynamic was clear, and as the cage made contact with my tender skin, I knew that my fate was sealed—I was truly at her mercy, a willing participant in this dance of desire and denial.
From my bound position, I felt the cage of cold metal approach my throbbing erection with a sense of inescapable fate. The chill of it sent an involuntary shiver down my spine, heightening the anticipation that had been building all day. My cock pulsed more insistently with each breath I took, aching for the cage's embrace. She took firm hold of my shaft, her gentle stroking from base to tip coaxing a soft moan from my lips. The shaving cream had served its purpose, leaving my skin tender and receptive to the touch. With her other hand, she maneuvered the ring to encircle my swollen base, her nimble fingers adjusting the size to perfectly accommodate my need. My body tightened as she positioned the cage, the cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of her hand. With a deft touch, she slid the bars over my shaft and the ring into place, the coldness of the metal causing me to hiss in a mix of surprise and pleasure. I could feel my cock jerk in her grasp, a silent demand for relief, for the release she alone had the power to grant. Once the cage was secure, she stepped back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she took in the sight of me, now fully enclosed in the steel prison of her dominance. The metal glinted in the candlelight, a stark reminder of the control she wielded over my most primal desires. A soft gasp escaped my lips as she leaned in, her warm breath a stark contrast to the cold cage, her whispered words echoing in my ear, "You're mine, completely and utterly." The promise of pain and pleasure to come was a dark symphony that played through my veins, leaving me utterly at her mercy. Our dance of power and passion had reached a crescendo, and the thrill of it all had her wet with excitement.
She had transformed me into a living, breathing testament to her control, my every tremor and gasp a note in the melody of our shared desire.
Date | Ownership change |
2024-08-20 19:45:05 | Ends its services to Mistress Yujen48 |
2024-05-15 17:10:32 | Starts serving Mistress Yujen48 |
2024-04-11 09:51:08 | Ends its services to Mistress Yujen48 |
2023-07-18 09:33:17 | Starts serving Mistress Yujen48 |
