The best part of having My boy near-perfectly trained is that he craves being denied to the point of insanity as much as I do for him. Will he beg to cum every time we play no matter what? Of course. But when he's begging and pleading for a midday edging to get his mind "right" again ... well, it's a proud Domme moment.

When he really wants it like this ... it's too easy to f*ck with him. In one of our more physically intimate sessions, it's nice to know that vanilla Me still has him wrapped around My little finger, too. He may think he's risen above needing to penetrate a Woman and can be satisfied clambering for the Femdom scraps I throw his way, but once he slips inside me and is taunted into thrusting until he explodes ... he's powerless to resist any part of me.

Go ahead, slave, feel me wrapped wet and tight around you, and try not to cum. Because if you do, you'll be dripping out of Me in these cheetah panties ... and I'll sit right back down on your face, you nasty boy.
He survives. Even with my knee pinning him down in the spreader bar, he survives. He survives the f*cking and the spitting and sitting and the teasing ... and the locking. He begs for his cage before I can sentence him to it.

Good boy. Good, good boy.

Bright lights, blindfold, blackout

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