But it's about to get worse, and the best way to incentivize suffering is with facesitting. My slave is distracted by my perfect ass seated on their face while I beat their body with a bat and increase the pull on their balls.

PART I.

Men belong in the kitchen. Their sole purpose is to cook, clean, and do a woman's bidding. We all know this.

And in my world, my live-in slave always has work to do. My kitchen needs to be spotless – the dishes washed, the table and counters wiped, the ground vacuumed – all to my standards. I expect my slave to do exactly this, and to fetch me a refreshing beverage as a full day of bossing him around can make my mouth so parched.

He lives in the kitchen, and to ensure this, I have him in strict bondage: legs bound together tightly and arms restricted behind his back with a broom so that everybody knows he's my house bitch. I keep a close eye on him while I'm sitting on the kitchen table, cropping him whenever necessary should he ever have some slack and fall behind.

And while I lie around, supervising his behavior, he hops and struggles from place to place, trying to clean while in extremely compromising bondage. Because why would I make it easy? This is what 24/7 slavery and ownership is about.

PART II.

Good kitchen wenches get rewards!

Since my housebitch has done such an excellent job cleaning the home, I've decided to give him a positive incentive. The scent of my feet in his my mouth and my hands on his cock!

I take off my sandal high heels and put one into a shoe gag, tying it to his face so that the sole of my sandals sits in his mouth as a proper gag. My stockinged feet free to tease, I rub my nylon soles all up and down his cock, giving him the opportunity to hump my feet in an improvised footjob. He looks so silly humping like a little seal, and it makes me laugh at what a ridiculous, horny creature he is.

I do think he deserves a little bit extra, though, so I lube up his cock, getting him hard and edging him until I can feel the cum rise up his cock...

I enjoy feeling how helpless he is as he stands with his arms and legs restricted and bound, his eager cock trying to fuck my slippery hands. He's entirely on edge and entirely at my disposal.

But then the eternal question: to cum or not to cum? Which way should I go? Cum countdown? Ruined orgasm? Or just edge him until he loses the capability of cumming?

So many ways to torment my slave, and all the time in the world

Mais étant quelqu'un qui pousse toujours les choses un peu plus loin, je suis ravi de voir à quel point le trou de ma femme de ménage en caoutchouc est grand. Pourquoi utiliser une bite quand je peux glisser tout un poing dedans et la tenir comme ma marionnette à chaussettes en latex ?

Happy Locktober, bitch! For your first week of Locktober, I need you to have a little bit of skin in the game. I want to make sure that you know exactly what you're signing up for by having you show me exactly who you are. After all, if you're going to be held accountable for your actions on this locked up month, I want to know all about you. Everything. This isn't extortion -- it's collateral damage.

J'enchaîne ma gimp à la chaise dentaire. D'abord, un corset serré pour immobiliser son buste et une cagoule de privation sensorielle bien ajustée pour lui ôter ses sens. Je taquine sa bite et lui enfonce un plug anal dans le cul, puis je le fais asseoir sur la chaise. Ses mains sont enfermées dans des moufles qui s'attachent sur les côtés de sa tête, et je glisse des bottines de ballet montant jusqu'aux genoux pour garder ses pieds en pointe et cambrés. Enfin, je l'enchaîne à la chaise, son corps endolori dans une position rigide et ligotée, prêt à ce que je le tourmente davantage.

Avec mon esclave gimpy tout ficelé à la chaise, il est temps de le tester avec un peu de souffrance femdom. Je prends ma cravache et lui fouette l'intérieur des cuisses – un avant-goût de ce qui va suivre. J'aime lui instiller un peu de peur, lui rappeler qui commande et qui est impuissant dans les liens. Toujours soucieuse de le tenir en alerte, je fais durcir sa bite en l'amenant au bord du précipice, lui montrant que je sais aussi être gentille… avant d'abattre ma cravache sur sa bite pour la rabaisser brutalement. C'est un petit jeu entre plaisir et douleur, ce va-et-vient constant entre taquineries et tourments. Combien peut-il encaisser pour moi?

Après cette séance de torture testiculaire taquine, j'ai envie de bousiller encore plus les préférences sexuelles de gimpy. Je commence à le branler, à le caresser avec mes mains pour voir à quel point je peux le rendre excité. Je veux qu'il soit dur comme un roc pour ce que je m'apprête à lui annoncer. Plus il est dur, plus il est facile à contrôler, à humilier et à priver. Je crache partout sur sa bite, le rapprochant encore et encore du bord… juste pour lui dire que je me prépare pour un rendez-vous torride avec mon plan cul étalon ce soir…

Bien sûr, après avoir taquiné mon esclave gimpy, après lui avoir offert la branlette bondage de sa vie puis balancé la bombe comme quoi je vais aller me faire baiser par un homme meilleur que lui, il est temps de vraiment conditionner son humiliation par l'excitation. Je veux qu'il comprenne que son identité sexuelle n'est pas celle d'un homme – mais celle d'un cocu. De mon cocu. Je l'ai transformé en ce cocu, j'ai dressé sa bite à bander pour ça, et je continuerai à mettre en scène son humiliation sexuelle parce que cela me plaît. Je fixe une machine à traire Venus 2000 sur sa bite, la laissant pomper jusqu'à ce qu'il jouisse. Puis je la laisse allumée sur lui, un supplice post-organique pour lui rappeler que son plaisir ne compte pas. Moi, je pars à mon rendez-vous, et je jette un drap sur lui pour dissimuler sa présence répugnante. Ce n'est pas un être humain, ce n'est qu'une chienne, après tout.

It's time to increase the ante. Our sissy bitch is really about to get familiar with the scent of her Mistresses. Goddess Nyx, Natalie Carnot, and I each pull down our leggings bit by bit so that we can really rub in the smell of our sweaty, stinky asses all over our cheerleader slut's face. Can she fit all of our asses on her face at once?

After that CBT tease, I'm in the mood to ruin gimpy's sexual predilections even more. I start jerking him off, stroking him with my hands to see how horny I can make him. I want him rock hard for what I'm about to tell him. The harder he is, the easier he is to control, humiliate, and deny. I spit all over his cock, edging him even closer and closer...only to tell him that I'm getting ready for a hot date with my bull fuckbuddy tonight...

Of course, after teasing my slave gimpy, giving him the bondage handjob of his life and then dropping the bomb that I'm about to go get fucked by a better man than him, it's time to really condition his humiliation with arousal. I want him to know that his sexual identity isn't that of a man -- it's of a cuck. My cuck. I've turned him into this cuck, trained his cock to get hard for it, and will continue enacting his sexual humiliation because it pleases me. I strap a Venus 2000 milking machine to his cock, letting it suck away at him until he cums. And then I leave it on him, a post-orgasm torment to remind him that it's not about his pleasure. I'm off to my date, and I throw a sheet over him to hide his unsightly presence. He's not a human, he's just a bitch, after all.

Un cul est le moyen parfait pour motiver un esclave en difficulté qui se fait fouetter les couilles, bien sûr. Je fais du facesitting sur notre esclave tandis qu'Athena Fatale lui fouette les couilles. C'est tellement agréable de le sentir se tortiller de douleur sous moi. Et pour couronner le tout – comme paiement final pour lui avoir même permis le plaisir d'avoir nos culs sur son visage, nous commençons toutes les deux à le fouetter simultanément jusqu'à ce qu'il n'en puisse plus.

Peu de choses sont plus sexy qu'un ligotage complet. Votre totale impuissance alors que tous vos membres sont attachés à votre corps (et peut-être ailleurs), mon excitation grandissant alors que j'ôte progressivement toute liberté à votre corps. D'abord, une cagoule et un bandeau pour vous priver de la vue. Ensuite, je serre une ceinture de bondage, des bottes, des menottes aux cuisses, un harnais de poitrine et des liens aux bras autour de votre corps. Enfin, j'assemble le tout en un ligotage classique, chaque cliquetis resserrant davantage mon emprise sur votre corps. Mais le clou du spectacle ? Je commence à soulever le tout de plus en plus haut, tirant votre dos vers une courbure précaire. Vous êtes foutu.

My slave is really in for it today. I have their balls strung up and in a crusher, and everything is about to only get more intense from here. I spit over their dicklet, marking my territory before really going in for the pain on their cock and body, leaving my mark all over their body.

PART III.

Now that my bondage slave has been thoroughly teased with the scent of my feet, ass, and crotch, he's aching for my touch. I know exactly what he needs: an edging that will make him beg for release. And I'm feeling kind of generous today -- I want him to feel it all: both of my hands expertly teasing his cock in a handjob he won't soon forget.

PART IV.

It's so easy to tease and edge gimpy when he's been denied for so long. The question is how long can I keep him denied for? How much of his orgasm can I ruin? And how much cum will he eat? I think you know the answer to that one. After all, I'm never one to make a handjob an easy task. I'm all too delighted with ruining his orgasm by pulling my hands away at just the right moment, only to catch all that cum to feed him his mess.