Strapped, Gloved, Sounded: Mistress Supreme Takes Control
Mistress Supreme straps her slave down on the slave chair. Tight. No wriggling, no excuses – just a slave pinned exactly where she wants him.
Then she takes her time. She pulls on her long latex gloves, one slow finger at a time, letting him watch. And she tells him what's coming: she's going to fist him. Right here, right now. He braces for it.
But that's not the plan.
Instead she reaches for the dilator and slides it into his cock. Urethral dilation. Slow, precise, deeper with every breath. She watches his face, plays with how turned on he gets, teases him right to the edge – while he can't move an inch. The latex gloves, the chair, the control. He came for one thing and gets something far more intense.
She keeps going. In. Out. Deeper. Enjoying every twitch, every moan he can't hold back.
The whole time he's still waiting for that fist. She never said when.