It feels so good to be wearing my usual Domme uniform again. There's something about the black -- it's just so very Me. My soft, smooth, tan skin looks so inviting against the faux-garter stockings and satin G-string thong, and that's the long and short of it: how wonderful it is to be destroyed by a Woman so beautiful, so mean.

It's very late in the night and it's suddenly dawned on Me: I haven't even made a man cry yet today. There's still time. I sit on him, spit on him, tease and stroke him relentlessly, let him peek into My satin robe while I rub My nipples and tell him how damp My thong is getting and how much I ache to be touched and turned on. He's so very close to making it happen, yet somehow it's just never his turn to ravage Me, is it? ;)

When I hop off his face and focus on the edging, we lock in and go somewhere crazy together. I have My finger on his pulse -- literally and figuratively -- and he's going to ride those edges right into his cage for the weekend. You want to watch a man break and beg for chastity? This is the clip for you ...
I wonder how long it'll be before he realized I haven't given him a KO in almost a week? ... All these things, measured out in the perfect agonizing dose. How lucky is he? :)

Back in black

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