Straddling My locked boyfriend. I verbally tease and torment him. Asking him if he had been a good boy. Getting him to agree that the contract is easy to abide and he has truly done his best. he confirms eagerly, as I squeeze his balls and stroke his caged cock.

I ask him if he is motivated to be good by the potential of release? Are you motivated to follow the rules in the hope that I will slide the key in place and release him. You hope always that il be looking upon you favourably and you'll earn a release? A chance to cum?? Seductivly checking that this is what keeps him following the rules.

My tone suddenly changes. pointing out how selfish and self serving this is! you should be bringing me joy and pleasing me with your suffering.

But it's too late he has owned up already, that he is motivated by his own orgasm! This tells me that clearly his focus is all wrong. Clearly he hasn't been locked nearly long enough to reshape those ridiculous thoughts.

I command he moves his legs and I adjust my position. The tight leather bodysuit accentuating all that causes his cock to budge in the device.

I remind him that when he is locked, he hands over all sexual control and power to me! His denial and suffering adds to my pleasure and excitement. Il have to extensibly deny him. and further his training to have any hope of seeing an improvement in this behaviour.

After all surely you'd be happy to please me and add to my pleasure via denial? To really accentuate this lesson, I bring out the vibrating wand and move from his balls to my own pussy through the leather. He will learn who's pleasure is the priority here.

Three candidates find themselves in My clinic. Seated and locked in chastity. The clinic is run to extract cum samples from the male patients. Who put themselves forward for the studies we enact. Desperate to find a use for the male species we have found our investors rather obsessed with spunk. The growing need to test it and the response of the male body when it is extracted. Nurse Anna Elie and Miss Envy are ready to begin the study.

Our experiments have included dehumanising and distraction But this particular study requires the cocks locked. Teased and to engage with each candidate. Using individual kinks against them. To excite and provoke high levels of arousal. From worn panties draped over faces, armpit worship, bare pussy facesitting and spitting in open mouths. Each of them is teased and excited in varying ways.

Will the alluring presence of the latex clad nurses be enough to extract a good load from the men? or will the Chasity devices prove to be too efficient and keep the semen in their balls. Edged desperate and with a deep yearning for release? Nimble fingers and seductive behaviour will have them in a state.

Usually we disregard the patient focussing purely on the physical, having found little use for the male brain before hand. However this time the psychological torment is dialled up and utilised in new and vicious ways.

Harry claims to be doing well so far in locktober! The infamous month of chastity. Silly boy, his Mistress see's all! I closely monitor his in tenet use and I now damn well, that he has been watching home wrecker style content. where Dommes will encourage naughty horny boys to break the Chasity agreements! I don't let him know I know, until I have him between my thighs!

I let him think if anything that im pleased with how good he's been, then confront him with what I know! He tries to plead and deny, but he must be punished.

I verbally tease him, whilst wearing a tight leather bodysuit. I even tell him I could let him out, after all no one needs to know. I after all understand how tricky the few days have been so far. I put the key right where he wants it. The relief in his voice is undeniable. I remove the cage spitting on his hard cock as his excitement grows. He is rather pleased...Until I suggest he has failed, berating him for not being better. He seems a bit dejected then confused. Until I confront him with what I know!!!

My grip around his cock tightens as he groans. stupid boy I only let him out to punish him! to have uninterrupted access to hurt his precious cock. Using my rage against him. Utilising a violet wand I zap him.

A cruel paradox of anger then gentle forgiveness, cycle again and again, he doesnt know what to do or what to expect as the torment and punishment increase! He cries out in pain as I continue to chastise the disobedient git! He will learn to obey Me.

The fear courses through him! as does wave after wave of pain. He cries out that he is sorry and begs forgiveness but I am very very angry, I flog his throbbing erection and ensure he knows who is in charge. Slapping his cock, squeezing his balls. Verbally calming him and even offering him to make use of being unlocked, you know, seeing as it's out and he's hard. But I catch him out in his selfish thoughts and hit him again! He confesses that he can't help but be excited when I touch him. So I stop touching him and hurt him, hands free!! electrics zap and punish all without the joy of my caress!

Malicious and devious delight, are very much evident on my expressive face. I beam and grin as I tease and arouse My caged submissive. His cock is soon bulging against the bars. I really enjoy his suffering. Making him as horny and desperate for release as possible. Spitting on his cock. Sucking and stroking it, enough to excite and frustrate but the bars prevent the much desired release! Purposely utilising his desires against him. I sit on his face and stroke and tickle his body. All whilst verbally tormenting him, asking him how bad he wants release, if he wants my knickers or cage to come off? How badly does he want me? Letting him touch my ass and add to his suffering.

I wink and flirt with the camera, getting more excited about his frustration with each passing moment. The power I feel from controlling his orgasms. Controlling his arousal. Being a cock tease really is a delight. Making him squirm and desire Me. I love getting in his head and asking him to display his unrelenting need. Tickling and teasing, his suffering is My ultimate joy. A true pleasure.

Mentre ero seduta in giardino, ricevo una telefonata dalla nostra nuova vicina. Mi dice che ha visto il mio ragazzo spiarla. Era nel suo giardino e ha guardato verso casa nostra, per vederlo alla finestra. Segarsi! Lo sporco bastardo.

Lei spiega cosa ha visto e io mi scuso rapidamente e escogito un piano per la sua punizione. Non tollererò un comportamento del genere. Le spiego che probabilmente apprezzerà la punizione, che è adatta al crimine. Dicendole di guardare dalla sua finestra e di guardare giù nel nostro giardino.

Poi chiamo subito Harry.

Indago e lo incalzo: Allora Harry, cosa pensi della nostra nuova vicina?

Non è molto comunicativo mentre lo accuso. Lui protesta la sua innocenza e io lo rimprovero: Cosa stavi facendo? HMM? Stai cercando di suggerire cosa? Che ti piace così tanto il suo giardino? Non riuscivi a controllarti? Allora non c'entra niente il fatto che prendeva il sole! Lui continua a negare mentre gli ordino di tirare fuori il cazzo e io prendo a calci, a pugni e punisco le sue palle.

Harry è di nuovo nella gogna. Non posso fare a meno di usare le mie unghie lunghe e farlo dimenare e contorcere. Squittisce e si ritrova a saltare su come un diavolo a molla, le sensazioni così travolgenti. Nei miei jeans e nella mia camicetta blu, trova difficile non afferrarmi il culo dopo che lo cavalco. Il mio sorriso si allarga e continuo a stuzzicare lentamente, a provocare e a passare quelle unghie sulle sue piante dei piedi, scavando tra le sue dita dei piedi, una mano, due mani, è tutto terribilmente travolgente.

My sex slave worships every inch of Me, naturally. He is so completely addicted and obsessed with his goddess.

Harry has now developed a fascination and adoration for My armpits. It began with the need to consume all and fluids I produce. Saliva, piss, sweat. He craves it all.

His eyes focus on the sexy curve of my armpits, my arms above my head, I verbally tease him. Discussing how fragrant they are after a long day and night dancing at a festival. We are now back at the tent. I require his tongue to adore Me. Instructing him to inhale and enjoy each arm in turn. Commanding when to switch between the right and the left.

He is enthralled and enchanted, working diligently and turning Me on in the process.

How lucky you all are, that I allow you this peak into our world.

He acknowledges he is the luckiest man in the world. You can see he means it and just how much I relish the attention.

Stroked, tickled, teased, edged and begging, I soon have My submissive boyfriend, extra sensitive and desperate to cum. These hands are frankly magical. Thankfully he is well trained so is a very good boy and knows he has to ask permission.

I of course Say NO, but cruelly my hand doesn't stop. I enjoy denying him verbally. I know exactly how to excite him. He pleads for release and still I say no, but my actions continue. Kissing him, exciting My cock until it has to release, wanking and stroking until he can't help but cum.

I grin, delighted that the physical and mental domination has resulted in him, whimpering and hyper sensitive. Just right for disobeying My word. I then run My long nails over his body, utilising the extra sensitivity the orgasm created.

Stroking that cock all the more, I love pushing past that delights of pleasure, it is My cock after all and I will do with it as I please. It is rather clear to see just how delighted I am. Each of his pleas, met with My sarcastic sympathy and mocking. There's no sincerity in that voice! As My own arousal increases and I take immense joy in his suffering.

What did he expect huh, falling for a cruel seductive redhead.

Ad Harry era stato assegnato il compito di annaffiare il giardino mentre ero via. Comincio la Mia ispezione al mio ritorno, solo per scoprire che non ha fatto proprio un bel lavoro! Lo chiamo per riesaminare la sua trasgressione. Lui comincia a protestare e negare, sostenendo di aver fatto un buon lavoro e di aver seguito le istruzioni.

tuttavia le prove sono schiaccianti. Non sono soddisfatta. Sono stufa di ripetermi con lui. Perché non può fare come gli chiedo la prima volta!

La delusione e la frustrazione crescono. Lo schiaffeggio e lo sculaccio, esprimendo verbalmente la mia insoddisfazione. Lui implora, supplica e si scusa.. ma no, deve imparare la lezione.

Mi piacciono le Mie punizioni adatte al crimine e che rendano la lezione più memorabile. Dopotutto non ho tempo di continuare a ripetermi e lui ricorderà certamente il disagio e l'imbarazzo di questa particolare lezione.

Gli mostrerò, ancora una volta esattamente come si deve annaffiare il giardino, e lo annaffierò per bene nel frattempo. l'acqua fredda fredda lo farà raggrinzire dentro quella gabbia di castità e farà bruciare la sua carne arrossata e dolorante.

Lui implora perdono e si scusa ancora e ancora. Lo istruisco di mettere le mani sulla testa, camminare verso di Me. La sua sofferenza Mi diverte moltissimo. Rido di lui ma il suo scappare è piuttosto fastidioso. Non c'è altro da fare, dovrà essere rinchiuso nella gabbia autoportante, ulteriormente rimproverato verbalmente e annaffiato ancora un po'!

Povero Harry ha la vescica piena e i polsi legati sopra la testa. Nella prigione e alla mercé di Mistress Envy e quelle unghie lunghe e, beh, quel fastidioso solleticatore di piume che lo fa davvero contorcere. Si contorce e si dimena, incapace di muoversi.

Ignaro del fatto che non ho alcuna intenzione di smettere di solleticarlo, stuzzicarlo, ridere di lui e umiliarlo finché non abbia svuotato completamente la vescica.

Cosa che esattamente accade, in una pisciata monumentale per quantità e durata, che gli inzuppa i pantaloni e lo lascia molto imbarazzato.

Harry finds himself strapped to the bondage chair, wrists above his head, armpits on display, ribs exposed and balls and elbows ready to be tickled.

Thats right, so much of him is incredibly wriggle and squirm inducing. He is super ticklish and can't help but pull on his restraints and protest at the extensive attention. After so much complaint, the best way to distract him is of course. Stroking that cock.

Refocussing his attention and keeping him right where I want him. On the edge pleading. As I verbally berate him and threaten to remove my hand. Will I let him cum? Will I ruin it? If I do let him finish I certainly would not stop. No I would keep stroking, twisting, touching and applying pressure in just the right spot. As my hand and wrist glide smoothly, building and building in intensity. Safe in the knowledge that post orgasm he is more sensitive...EVERYWHERE.

He should fear the direction of my tickling nails after spunking on the floor! He thought it was overwhelming before hand ha! I sure will show him.

A 17 minute garden experience.

In our Female led relationship Harry ensures he exhibits devoted Service: Harry finds fulfillment in anticipating My needs and serving Me daily. Thanks to the high levels of Mutual Respect: My leadership is met with his high-level care, attention, and emotional support. Allowing us to deepen our connection to a level where by, I know him so well. That I can tickle, touch, tease, torment and belittle him. Into a frenzy.

Pleasing ME as his goddess is the ultimate joy. So understanding his body is Mine to do with as I wish, that Indeed as his tattoo states. He belongs to Me. I will continue to enjoy that to its full and utmost benefit. It just so happens, that with nails as long, sharp and beautiful as these, Hands he refers to as magic. Can also be so cruel, overwhelming and tickle tickle tickle. Until he can stand no more.

The cold outdoor air and arms tied up high, add to his exposure and My pleasure. Utilising them and a few other tools that have him, squealing like a bitch. The close up armpit tickling really has quite the impact. The feathers and hairbrush are especially cruel. So much attention and all whilst in a bright green chastity cage!

Shrieking and protesting. My power brings this tall broad man right down to where he belongs. under My command.