My subby little QGP boy is an absolute ball-busting slut at this point. Nine days of denial down the drain, literally, because he couldn’t hold his cum while I kneed him relentlessly in the shower. Now he’s back under Me, in My hands, and I’m explaining in graphic detail what his misstep will cost him. We go way past the point of pleasure. By the end, nothing felt good about this edging.

It was just the thick nasty stuff trapped in the chamber that seeped out, right, slave? No pleasure? Purely physical? If you hadn’t watch it ooze, would you have even known it happened? You’re lucky I didn’t catch it and feed it right back to you. Instead, I’ll get you back into subspace another way … by sharing My filthiest fantasies with you and planting the seeds of perversion that will have you craving exactly what I want you to want.

I want you collared, on your knees, orally servicing any friends I bring over … several at a time … overtaken until your jaw is aching and balls are throbbing in the metal ring. Because of course you’d be locked the whole time.

And what about Me, slave? How will you make it up to Me after your little shower slip-up? You asked Me to lay out the terms — what’ll it take for Me to let you lick Me again? Hmmm. I have a few ideas. And while you’re wild and writhing and begging Me to lock your dick up again, I’ll tell you: You can lick it when you clean Me up, after I’ve already been satisfied.

I’ll have you eating your cum right out of the palm of My hand, under My thumb, under My lock and key, under My total control.

Planting seeds

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