The Mistress Velma

Naughty fetishy boys come to me to "cure" their weakness; their desires. He wants to touch me back. I say no. He wants to whisper dirty things. I scoff at him. He takes what I give, and gratefully accepts my will. That's a good boy.

How you know I'm serious about interrogating what I want out of a boy: I strip down from my wet suit into a my barely-nothing bikini. It's over for him.

After a long day of groveling and being made to edge, I let my slave worship my feet and taste the lube that I've been using to stroke him senseless. Grateful, I make him stand in isolation until I come back to find him drooping to his knees.

I invite my friend Allie into my dungeon after a dinner date. My slave has been stuck here all day, waiting for me to get back. To his surprise, he's greeted by this new little vixen. Allie has quite the hand when it comes to pantyhose pulling and sensory overloading a boy's cock.

A client came into my office today with concerning symptoms of "masochism". We had to start the treatment right away. The best way to cure one of masochism, is to immerse them in pain. With men, balls work best.

If you've been around for long enough, you'll know I used to work in Mandy Marx's office. She trained me, from writing these descriptions to breaking boys' hearts. My task today is to break this slave's mind with tease and denial. Strip down from my office clothes into the slutty little lingerie hidden underneath. But looking is all that he'll get.

A throne for a goddess. Only his cock and his mouth are exposed, everything else is tightly wrapped away. My feet massage his dick while I make him taste his pre-cum. I grind my crotch against his nose for pleasure while only lightly teasing his cock. This is my game. My rules. From air flow to pleasure, I control all that he knows.

A sultry and sleek JOI from your lovely step-sis. Play along with this taboo theme, and milk for me. I'll tell you just what to do to make sure step-mom doesn't find out.

My slave disobeyed and came when he was explicitly told not to. Some now, I'm going to treat my co-dominatrix Allie to some pleasure while leaving him strapped to a vibe for some post-orgasm torment.

A choke hold. A ball squeeze. A gasp and a whimper. My slave is so good at taking my terror.

Sometimes goddess worship can get a little too worship-y. My slave would do anything for my attention. So I'm depriving him of it, with VR imagery of me and sensory deprivation. He's only worth the virtual attention for now.

I'll give him a few snacks here and there.

A few hugs of encouragement and then I go full throttle. My new slave requested ballbusting for the first time and the way his knees completely give out with each slap. He's going to leave my dungeon broken.

My slave loves being my punching bag. This was almost too much for his balls. He left whimpering. Rubber band slaps, scissors dangerously close in a silent dungeon so all he can hear are the snips. Closer. Closer.

I love my job.

He's desperate. Wiggling, reaching, moaning. Anything for my kiss. I play with him just enough out of reach, so it's only a thought. I can see the tears welling up. His cock is throbbing and he has no control.

My friend Allie helps me edge train my slave, along with some workout techniques for extra distraction. I dare Allie to try her best to make him cum while holding him at whip point. Her tiny fingers are too skilled. As punishment he has to spend the rest of his time cleaning and worshiping my presence.

Soft, slow, hard. My pantyhose clad toes completely envelope my slave's cock. I won't let him cum, just keep him twitching and hoping.

When all his brain does is focus on his cock, I have to punish him. Too absorbed into how good it feels. I demand his email after edging him. Reluctantly, and obviously distracted, he listens. I tease him more and tell him if he wants to cum, I'll need his password.

I intended to keep my word until I saw his emails.

Soft and silky pantyhose pulls for a naughty laundry boy. I call in my diva friend Allie Heart to use some of her dirty pantyhose on him too. He wouldn't stop begging and moaning so he gets some stuffed down his throat. A pantyhose heaven.

His balls are my cat toy. I heavy slap to his thigh to get his nerves on edge while I squeeze his cock tight. I like watching his struggle, writhe. I'll show no mercy.

This boys balls are my personal cat toy. I crank individual strings that stretch out his cock in chastity until he whimpers. His dick is whimpering too. Look at that drizzle.