The Mistress Velma

I want one thing. I want it all over my damn floor.

How lucky I am to pop his chaste cherry. I play nice at first, building the tease around his newfound bars. I want the pressure slow and built. So that when his dick presses against that cold metal he can feel it in his toes.

Cute lil keychain made specifically for me. How sweet. As a thanks, I get myself off ontop of his cock and let him feel me pleasure-convulse.

A slave that follows my heels like an obedient pup is such a good boy. My word is word, and my command is scripture to live by. Good boys get touched and teased.

I saw his eyes around the corner when I was changing. A deer in headlights when he realized. Basically agreed to get into the restraints I put him into. A stupid peeping tom. I lock his cock and slip the key onto my necklace. He's my pet now.

A race to this finish. I use my mummified chair to dual vibrate myself and his cock on. I want to feel it pulse against me while I try to cum myself. What good submissive-dominatrix bonding time.

Hard slaps. Gentle taps. Smacks so quick he falls to his knees but his restraints catch him. There's no escaping my mean touch.

When I position him just right under my thin yoga pants, it feels good for me too. I want this to tease him drippy. Make it so hard not to get hard. And then finish him off with switch kicks to the balls.

My boy wants it so bad. He was salivating at the thought when he requested it. Now, I'm not about giving boys what they want. The begging and desperation is apart of my sadistic fun. So, maybe if he sucks and deep throats my cocks good enough, then I'll think about it.

My grip is as tight as a vice. Those moans when I slap his dick say he likes it. I tape his balls into my own personal stress-ball so that I can give them a proper hit.

I pump his cock hard and quick but then stop. Wrap it tight in vetwrap for that extra barrier. He likes my soft fingers too much. I don't want this to be enjoyable.

A true latex fetishist visits me and wants to feel the pain of his turn on. I click his cage on, lock his cock tight. Slowly I slip my skirt off and reveal more skin. He goes purple. Just the sight of me is too much. What about my touch?

A devastatingly secure predicament for my helpless captive. Chasity, locking his dick, CHECK. A painful choice between holding his arms up and pulling his own dick sets up an endurance challenge for the ages. I have no mercy. He whines. I laugh. And I'm only just beginning.

He promised to be a good boy and listen. But he doesn't even have a choice? Silly boy, acting like it's up to him. I'm going to ruin him for talking to his mistress like that.

It's only a piece of furniture aside from it's twitching cock and moaning expressions. So easy to tease. So easy to use. I slip his dick into my panties to see his face explode with mixed emotion.

At work, he's in charge. After hours when he visits for dinner, the dynamic completely changes. Mr. Important goes from yelling about turn around times to begging to huff my shoes, feel the pulse of his cage bars when I lock on his chastity. He wants to lose control. I'm his midnight boss.

I hold his breath until he starts to squirm, and then the vibrator goes on high. Rinse. Repeat. Until he's spilling with a purple breathless face.

Please keep all arms, legs, heads and cocks inside the ride at all times.

I read his emails back to him with his vulnerable ass on display, a spank, a cock tug, or a mocking giggle for each plea-full paragraph. Some of my submissives are so desperate that they'd do anything.

So, I do nothing. :)

Total over-stimuli. I make him spill all over himself, but don't stop until his cock is shriveled and his knees shaking.