slave c is truly terrified of ballbusting which is why it bring such immense pleasure and satisfaction. Whilst I adore My own trained ball busting slaves who revel in a kicking, slave c is such a unique victim as his tears and screams of fear are such a turn on. Miss Anna and Myself warm up his sad sacs with Our pvc glossy boots. he's already whimpering! We take turns flipping him over and booting him from behind and the front. We pin him against the work tops and knee him in the nuts repeatedly. he is snivelling and dripping, sobbing, crying and shaking throughout. he is thrown on the floor ready for stomping as We delight in his misery.

The little maggot is under My shoe, caught beneath My stiletto for being a pervert and glancing up My skirt. I squash his sad little sack under My sole. I will crush his appendage, cruelly pressing on his cock and balls, dragging the tread of My stilettos. he is that pathetic and desperate that even the cold calculated friction will make him spuff in seconds. I laugh at his weakness, knowing how much power I hold over him. I edge him with this awful dry rubbing until the slightest movement of My toe will see him spunk. he begs and pleads for a release and freedom from this embarrassment, but I delight in dragging out his suffering until I crush him to completion.

Wearing spiked heels, I delight in digging them into My ashtrays flesh. Using the sharp stiletto I glide them through his skin making him yelp. I light My cigarette, nipping and biting into him with My heels he struggles to concentrate. he is nothing, just My ashtray and if I want to torment him whilst I smoke then I shall.

Laced in heavy restraints, My slave is fully immobilised. I have a new skill I have been training him to endure and I cannot wait to show Miss Anna. It is simply being smacked in the cock with a crop repeatedly at a very firm intensity relentlessly. I have had him chaste for so long that any form of physical contact now simulates pleasure and he becomes seriously aroused from being cock cropped. We delight in tormenting him with Our crops. Cold, cruel slaps land perfectly on his swollen arousal and he moans in ecstasy. The harder We hit, the more he leaks.

We have Our nylon slave heavily bound, gagged and hooded. This sub has no choice; he will behave for Us today! Our gorgeous, delicate lingerie has a deep, naturally stimulating, effect on the sub. Our nylons and those We have him wear leave Our boy agog with desires. I tease Our slave, the merest touch on Our sub’s pierced cock causes the response I expected, a sigh from the slave who wants more, as any sub in his position surely would!

Miss Maxwell toys with Our slave, She has him groaning with pleasure at being encased tightly in silkiness. We rub Our stockinged legs on the slave’s thighs and Our boy’s moans grow in desperate longing for Us. We turn the sub’s craving for sensual pleasures into raw greed and male submission. Our boy’s cock starts to twitch; We tease his nipples, overloading the excited male. Miss Maxwell demands that there are “No unauthorised leakages” and I draw attention to the slave’s wet cock, an organ that the slave admitted was leaking earlier, just at the thought of Us dominating him in this way.

As I tweak and rub the slave his cock begins to drip, he cannot resist Us. Our capabilities far outstrip any male’s ability to withstand Us. The combination of two Females overwhelms Our boy who sits quietly now with his gagged mouth open wide, ready to taste his own precum. Miss Maxwell encourages Our boy to admit his weakness, his willingness to eat his own splooge and the slave’s excitement grows.

I continue stroking the slave into total submission while Miss Maxwell spits generously into the sub’s mouth. Even with his mouth gagged the slave begs us for more. Miss Maxwell sits on the slave and rubs Her satin shirt on his torso. Our boy moans loudly and continues losing control as I take him to the edge and prepare to deny him further pleasure. I let go of his cock and it bounces loose, looking for further stimulation as the tightly bound sub is unable to help himself in any way.

Miss Maxwell claims victory “Look how excited! How easy it was!” Our lingerie clad bodies continue teasing, rubbing, tantalizing and tormenting the weakened slave. Stockings and brightly coloured panties drift past the sub, brushing against him with the lightest friction, grazing his nipples, groin and cock. We use satin, not to sate him but to create desperation and to dictate the fragile responses of Our slave.

Miss Maxwell weighs the sub’s blue balls in Her grasp and then strokes his shaft into vertical surrender. Her bejewelled fingers manipulate the sub as I drip saliva into his gaping mouth and seep it into his innards. The slave moans, he has no control left and willingly slurps up spit from Us both. We encourage Our boy to take more, and the lucky sub continues his “stocking whore” journey. Once more his cock is brought up and stands as stiff as Our high heels, if only the bound sub could see them he would surely spurt immediately!

Our tender ministrations, double-teaming, swapping at will, combine to use the slave amusingly. I rub My stockings on the slave’s nipples as he admires Our lingerie. What a treat for this nylon slave, his senses unable to take everything in now. The slave begs to cum as I sit on his nyloned leg and he feels how smooth My satin panties are. The slave breathes deeply, fully turned on, stimulated in ways that he will remember and dream about for years to come.

I work the sub’s cock “Desperate for it!” having him progress closer and still closer to another steep edge. Our sub groans with frustration as I release him and leave his cock dangling again! Miss Maxwell squeezes the super excited sub’s cock and as he breathes heavily, fully aroused. We decide that he does not deserve any more pleasure.

Nylon heaven for Our slave! We have enjoyed how much Our nylon predicament has teased the sub. We leave him tied to the chair, so aroused, yet denied by Us.

Miss Anna introduces Me to her biggest loser, he is truly pathetic. She shows Me how She has trained him to be able to climax in his cage just from verbal humiliation. That his mind has been programmed to spunk on command, one word being his trigger. Loser! We call him all sorts, cold cruel and cutting, laughing at his tears and pleas of desperation. I love his bottom lip quivering as We tell him what he is and what he deserves. Pointing the loser sign in his face with Our fingers you can see his orgasm building, he is so close to cumming without being touched at all he is that pathetic. Desperate, little loser will spunk in his cage on Our command.

Strapped in My bondage chair, My slave is already weak and helpless. he has been chaste for months and even just talking about causing him pain and suffering his arousal stirs. his cock throbs and all I have done is talk about how I will destroy him, slowly, inch by inch, piece by piece. I salivate over his struggle, he begs me to stop tormenting him or he will climax. I keep him on the edge, distraught and desperate. his body is Mine to play with as I wish and play I will. When I finally make him release, it is definitely an explosion he will never forget.

Spread on the pool table totally exposed We arouse him with Our whispers. his body responding to Our taunts as he soaks up the visual feast of tight latex dresses to torment him further. We touch him ever so gently, watching his senses fire up and his body flinch. We edge him him with fingers and vibrators, just getting him to the cusp of actual excitement before taking every feeling away from him. his core is denial so denying him the delight of evening becoming denied is extra cruel. We edge hi to the edge and nothing more, he becomes louder and more desperate as he understands his pathetic situation of just being edge to the edge.

Tightly secured in a heavy sensory deprivation leather hood and bindings, he cannot see Me. he will only feel where the stripes of My strikes land. I love how terrified he is, jumping, screaming and shaking with nerves. I revel in toying with fear stalking him like play meat. I use My nails, a small crop and thin cane to exact My punishment on his flesh. he writhes around with nowhere tor un to. his only escape is to withstand to end, he must endure all of My wrath to satiate My needs.

Wrapped in tight bondage Our slut is pouring precum from such pleasure. he is the most pathetic little bondage bitch so desperate with desire the only treatment of his cock must be cruel. A dry, friction wank would destroy most but not him. he is so close to the edge already even though his cock is turning red from the sharp sting of the latex gloves rubbing harshly on his cock. he is crying, pleading and pathetic. I instruct him to climax but only when Miss Anna clicks her fingers, there is to be no touching just cumming on command like a desperate dripping little bitch.

It's that simple.......... no warm up, no soft introduction. 300 stripes from My cane will lay welts on his flesh. he must endure them all, he will be made to take every single stripe and I cruelly make him count each one. I use different techniques to ensure he suffers the most, that his body is constantly on the brink of shock so only pain courses through him.

Our bull is rewarded today with a rare treat, instead of being serviced by willing mouths today he is doing the servicing. We fill him full with cock slowly stretching out his holes. he devours Us, deep throating Our dicks and swallowing Us whole as We take turns fucking him. his moans are delicious as he can't hide his excitement growing steadily. I sit on his face taking away any last shred of self control as he is fucked relentlessly. The most sensual and slutty spit roast with spit, sodomy and sadism all intertwined.