When the cock finally slides into your mouth, the moan that escapes your lips will be indescribable. In fact, if you were not in locked chastity, perhaps you would ejaculate right there. By the moans, the pleasure in your eyes, one would think you came on the spot. It shall make a glorious “close up” and maybe the cover of the video when the entire feature is complete. I am sure the world will adore it! Especially your co-workers.
Does milking humiliate you? Does it make you feel like you have control over your body? Does having an orgasm, without any pleasure at all, make you feel like a complete slave? I know that I enjoy it for all these reasons and more. I enjoy it because it’s diabolical and cruel, and forces you to endure heavy bondage, the inability to move and the lack of control of your own bodily functions.
You feel that? You should be playing with your nipples right now, getting them hard. Making them so, so perky. When you walk through the office now, the ladies will probably notice how hard and perky they are. Little do they know that in your trousers, a pathetic cock is straining to get hard in the confines of a plastic prison, but to no avail! You have been rendered 100% useless. At least, as a male. My useless cocksucker, that’s what you are today.
You are also going to have to put your suction-cup base dildo against your file cabinet and get down on all fours, sucking it off like a professional whore. You will be wearing lipstick, and you're going to have to show my friends just how deep you can take it. We might even call you so you can have us on speaker phone cheering you on! As a grand finale, you are going to have to pull down the bra you are wearing and attach clamps to your nipples and weights on each one. Then you have to get on all fours so your nipples are stretched painfully toward the floor.
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First, I will order you onto the floor on all fours to inspect you. Even though we share the most intimate lives and intense personal relationship, I know you will still feel so, so violated when I spread your ass cheeks and inspect your pussy. I plan to take my time. You’ll hear the snapping on of my latex gloves, the squirting of some lubricant, and I am going to humiliate you verbally as I prod, poke, and finger-fuck your tight hole until you start whimpering. Some tough executive you are!
With careful little movements Brad turned toward her as she slowly opened her closet door. What he saw was shoes...shoes everywhere, more shoes than he had ever seen in his life. Boots and boots and more boots - in black and white and beige, leather and latex and wool. Some with heels, some without. Some high, some low. And stiletto heels, some 7 inches, some less. He gasped and said, "Jesus Christ, that's a lot of shoes."
If he has been restrained a long time and I have been enjoying watching him squirm..and then had the chance to strip away his power again and again, to make him do things he finds unenjoyable just to please me -- we are getting closer.
Submissive men on the net often ask me why they have such a bad reputation, and why they cannot gain trust of the women they are courting. They ask me why they get treated with suspicion and are kept at arm’s length for awhile. They wonder where the bitter resentment comes from when they talk […]
I used long straps and chains to lock his wrists to the bedposts that were several feet away, leaving him kneeling with his naked back, his naked ass exposed to me. I removed the gag from his mouth and placed it on the counter next to the bed, listening to his gracious breathing.
"I'm burning inside," I whispered, pressing my cunt into his naked skin, smearing my juices over his flesh. "This is from my desire for your gift."
His hands were clenched into tight fists, his head buried in the sheets, hiding, pressing hard and harder. He was shaking as if sobbing and I hadn't even touched him yet.
When I was very young, I used to actively fantasize about kidnapping and keeping a boy prisoner. This boy might be a made-up character, or the boy sitting across from my in my first grade class.
Even at that young age, I found the thoughts to be more than just idle fantasy. I found something very uniquely intense about the images, which were often elaborate. I knew I was different. But I saw it -- in an abstract way -- like it was a gift. Like I was a sly, sinister, cunning little creature.
You will start by kissing the tips of my boots one at a time, and by then I know your cock will be straining in the metal cage. You are to pull down your panties so I can see and I may put the heel of my boot over your heavy, aching balls.