I'm not always a savage. Sure, I'll edge him until he's weeping and begging for chastity, and then instead of locking him up I'll smack his cock and balls around until it ceases to amuse me ... but there's the softer side of Mine, where he can disappear for hours and get lost beneath Me ... where he can inhale Me until he feels Me flowing in his coursing through his veins. I've crept inside his mind, body, soul, where there's no escape.

I hover over his face and let him love My soft, supple cheeks. He cranes his neck to worship while his hands are pinned under my soft floral stockings.

No need to take the boxers off -- this isn't about his dick. I control it even when I'm not touching it, looking at it, or thinking about it. He's rock hard as I remind him every physical effect of facesitting that drives him so wild, like how he's heavy and weightless at the same time. Panicked yet euphoric. Desperate yet satisfied. My infinite power him. Him and everyone else, like the sub whose vanilla life I fucked with out of spite and who came crawling back in a terrible relapse this week.

If you're waiting to find out if he goes nighty night, you'll have to see it through to the end ...

Touching you with no hands

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