Usually in these situations the men will think they have earnt the right to cum, and that she has favoured them by allowing it. Much more frequently they are simply the nearest cock at a time when she needs to feel a cock between her fingers and watch it spurt and dance to her tune. Depending on her mood she may kiss them as she pumps them hard, specifically to mix the sensual with the brutal, and feel their heady agony as she empties them. On other occasions, she may prefer to get them to admit they love being wanked, wish to cum to please her, say anything she wants them to simply to get to that point of delicious release. They probably never hear, and certainly never get to feel, her own arousal which is at least as extreme as their own, even though superficially the pleasure is all theirs.
Of course as a keen student of CBT issues Mistress has experimented with cock milking and ruined orgasms. The first is simply an extension of her appetite for seeing a cock empty itself at her command, and she has happily used vibrating eggs and bullets and sundry other electronic devices to induce a heightened state of arousal in her subjects and force the cum from them in a more industrial fashion than her gloved hands could deliver- the fact that they have even less control over their orgasm than they are used to amuses her greatly.
However the ruined orgasm is more of a challenge, since it sometime means preventing them cumming or ensuring that the orgasm itself is less than satisfactory, and this is often contrary to her own zeitgeist. She has spent many hours experimenting with cocks in this way- bringing them close, judging their arousal, and then suddenly backing off and watching the red angry cock pulse and jive, before its load either slowly dribbles down the shaft like a glorious ice cream machine or stays trapped inside, to be released on another occasion of her choosing.
On one occasion recently she had me naked on my leather sofa, her lovely latex clad fingers at work underneath me somewhere; a finger in my arse perhaps, and another simply rubbed seductively across the underside of my helmet. She refused to change the pace or the method despite my begging, and after some 20 minutes she finally had me bucking and jabbering and writhing as she forced it out of me, her glee matched only by her studious appraisal of how she made it happen at all.
Of course Mistress has lots of other talents that are certainly not available to all; she is a very well accomplished cock sucker, with a spitting cobra of a long tongue that engulfs my cockhead and lips that latch on to my glans and suck all the juice from inside, either pumping brutally to emphatically empty me, or kissing and licking softly at my secret places to co-erce it out more gently. Her cunt is always wet, often greedy, and has the vice like grip of a roman slave girl half her age, and on the rare occasions I have the privilege to service it, always a marvel.
However it is her manual technique that is the cornerstone of her dominance of men. She will hurt you, she will examine you, you will be an object for her study and a toy for her amusement; and just when you think she is repaying you with a lovely hand job, you realise that even your orgasm is not your own, even that is going to be painful, and that even that belongs to her.
