Had a little thought. Drabbled it out. Enjoy it with whom you will.
Warnings: fem!dom, bondage, ruined orgasms, post-orgasm torture, male bodily fluids.
Moaning gasps, desperate squirms, writhing in wanton misery as she milks his cock for all he’s worth. She has a mystical talent for ruining him, destroying his pride and making him beg. He’d never admit it to anyone, but it was these moments, strapped tight and helpless, that he craved the most.
She never goes easy when he asks for this. Relentless teasing is the game, soft touches that lead to firm squeezes that become the absence of touch as his cock surrenders it’s seed to her in a frustrating, frictionless release, only to start all over again. How many times had she brought him to that edge, only to be pushed off and left to fall without her hand to guide him? Three? Four?
But now it’s been enough, the sweet freedom of an empty cock given to him only to evolve swiftly into torture most acute. She pumps him aggressively, twisting both hands around his massive shaft, laughing as he thrashes in vain to be rid of the agonizing touch.
Please.
The word leaves his lips against his will, stubborn refusal to believe he could ever beg. And yet here in her den, in the lair of his lover, he submits to her will, and she wants him to suffer. She plays with his head and he cries out in agony, so sensitive, so defenseless.
His cock grows numb slowly, far too slowly for his taste. She strokes him soft, strokes him through, kissing his thighs, his hips, his sack. She strokes him back to hardened steel, giving him eyes that both terrify and comfort.
It’s time to play again.
