My slutslave
I have such plans to make you suffer for the privilege of a chance to glimpse the perfect body of your Goddess. I'm sure you crave to be under control in my playroom cabin but it is good that you understand how unlikely it is that I would open my doors to you.
Like the miserable dog that you are, you must stand outside in the cold; humiliated, naked and shivering, yearning to bask in my light. Oh, how dreadful if anyone would see you there. How they would point and laugh at the worm who should be a man, reduced to following the orders of his cruel Mistress.
But, I promised you an opportunity to prove yourself, and I am not without mercy. Do you see that knot in the wood, just below waist height? Push your worthless cock through the hole. I know that the sides are rough, but surely a few splinters are a small price to pay for my attention? Aaah, yes, I see you are hard, eager for my touch. But you have not finished. I expect to have full access to your cum-filled balls to torment too. That's it, push them through one by one. Stop whimpering, slave, I don't care if it hurts.
That's better now, all that flesh, so excited and vulnerable for me to abuse. So, now to start your task. I will be touching, teasing and stroking you. Can you imagine me, reclining comfortably on the other side of the wall? What exciting yet terrifying outfit have I chosen? Or maybe I'm wearing nothing at all, and gently toying with my clit. How do you even know it is my hand upon you? You don't know, and that excites me more.
I know how the fear makes you harder and more desperate to cum, but today I want to torment you with a full hour of ruined orgasms. I want to slowly drain your straining balls and watch each hard-earned spurt and pathetic dribble as you are cruelly denied the chance to release fully.
Your duty to me is to knock on the wall when you are unable to hold back a moment longer so that I may remove my hands and ruin your release.
Can you feel the oil I am trickling over your fevered shaft? Oh, yes, you like how my fingertips are gently tracing every centimetre of your hardness, your pulsing veins and angry red crown. Feel how my shiny black nails trace around the root of your manhood, following the pulsing shaft up to the engorged head. You are pleasing me with your offering of eager cockmeat. I almost salivate for a taste, although my days of kneeling before a man to pleasure him are long gone. But just for fun, can you picture my glossy red lips oh so close to your cock? Now opening wide, wider to reveal the warm, wet heaven of my mouth and tongue. Can you feel the hot, moist breath of your Goddess against your trapped manmeat? I see how you twitch and jerk in your confines, desperate to bridge the gap and sink yourself into this heaven, but No. It is not for you, greedy sub.
And now to begin in earnest. Gentle stroking, mixed with faster jerking, sometimes with one hand, sometimes both. Is that a knock? Good boy, yes, see how your poor cock is jumping and straining as one solitary spurt is released. Oh, how you must crave for my touch again. But you have so much more to give me before our time is up.
