The Mistress Velma

He screams "NO". He screams "WHAT?!". He screams gibberish. This boys mind was absolutely blown by Allie and I's footjob and handjob brat girl combo.

Such a good boy. Quietly enduring my mean tease and denial skilled fingers, unmoving. His own personal challenge of restraint. His body says it all, cock twitching every time I stop stroking.

The clock is counting down. I'll let you cum for me once the time has run out. By buying this clip, we have an arrangement. I get to watch you suffer and edge for 20 minutes and once that time is up, you can get what you want: cumming for your mistress.

"And if you cum, I will tie you up. Leave you there all night. With no food. No water. I will leave you there and you won't know if I'm ever coming back. And? I will NEVER put my hands on your cock again. Understood?"

Slave training with my good friend Allie. I teach her how to break a boy. Make him ours. Make him a whimpering, foot worshiping, dripping, slut.

My latex encased boy is obsessed with the friction of our rubber suits and my slimy hand on his cock. The slipperiness gets him to his edge but OOP, then I stop. I'm in control and I'm not looking to ruin my latex with his sticky worm string.

Restrained and isolated for days so that the outside world doesn't dare tempt him out of his quarantine. As his housemate, it's my job to make sure he's sticking to his regulations and doesn't escape. I keep him occupied by teasing and stroking his cock through his pantyhose encased body. No skin on skin contact for this compromised boy. My mean fingers rub his head just right until he's splurting through the fabric.

That can't be CDC approved.

A fetish boy's Toy Story dream come true. I'm as cute as a doll and as mean as a mistress. Soft, slow and sadistic humps and pantyhose sock-mitted strokes.

A sergeants cruel and unique training camp. Nothing builds vigor, a will of steel and motivation like tease and denial.

He can't even look at me. My bare naked skin is too much. He can't move, only drool and moan from my whispers and grasps. I tease him, images of my other sessions cycling through his head, how lucky they were all to cum. He's trapped, with no release.

Hooked up Tinder. He didn't see this one coming. Boys are used to taking control of a like me but, this isn't the case. He's in MY dungeon, in MY restraint and under MY control.

Multiple sessions playing in the background but the main show on display in the front. As much a mind-filling tease for you as for him, an irresistible stroke-fest. Locked by his balls, I do everything in my power to make this boys knees sag and pull on his tight restraint. The pleasure builds but so does the pain. Poor, poor, boy. He's literally gone purple in my no-mercy predicament.

My submissive begged for a real tease and denial experience. A three-part ultimate denial trap.

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The finale. The denial ends, but not without more torment. 10 minutes of more teasing endurance until I unwrap his cock and truly let him feel what my fingers are capable of.

A step-mom's work is never done. After all, these lessons are meant for life.

My step-son needs direction, he needs someone who cares enough to punish his wrongdoings so he can be better from it. The time-out straps feel mean and scary now, but someday he'll look back and understand why I do these things to him. Discipline is an act of love, never forget.

I walk through the door, and he's already begun dripping all over his restraints. In awe of his goddesses presence. I don't even touch him, and he's grateful. As good boys should be. I leave him to his thoughts of me in isolation and restraint. His eyes light with gratitude. this is real, and it's pretty hot.

Before this boy came to visit, I did a "little" research. You know, the basics. His name. His house. His friends. His job. And now? He's tied up in my dungeon with a drippy cock.

Dirty little fetishist, I literally control your life now.

One attendee signed up for my challenge. The other boys are too scared, after hearing the rumors of how I never let them out... Oops. Anyways, I strap a vibrator to his cock, he really shouldn't complain. Clock is ticking, vibrator gets meaner the longer he takes. In minutes, he's spilling. He manages to get his wrist free, but what good will it do him?

To break in my new submissives, I make them work for their pleasure. If he wants to be touched, if he wants my genuine attention, he's going to work up those abs and fuck the air for me to prove his worth. The skill of my finger tips has now become his mental fantasy.

My submissive begged for a real tease and denial experience. A three-part ultimate denial trap.

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I invite my bestie Lucy in to blow this boys mind. We play a game. Every time he talks or whines, we won't touch him for a minute. The pleasure and denial is up to his sheer will.

He breaks, of course. Each agonizing minute he resorts to thrusting the air and whimpering. Poor boy.

The femdom equivalent of a "quickie". We're definitely going to be late to the party after this. Oh well. I think this boy saw heaven when I stripped and got close enough for him to take in my scent.

Slow, pantyhose pulling tease. Soft rubbing and stroking, mixed textures of my gloves and dirty laundry.

Don't session with me if you don't really want a fetish experience. You won't escape, I'll make you cry and I'll ruin, tease or make you cry as I please.