It's been almost six weeks of strict denial for My slave. He's rock hard and putty in My hands. It only takes a few strokes before he's stiff, miserable, begging, blocked. He knows the shot setup, and he knows it's only going to be hand stuff. The Wolford Fatal 15 thigh-high black stockings, the black satin Katie & Laura panties, the black nitrile gloves ... they all make the suffering so much darker, so much richer.

What's worst for him is that the field monitor is in full view. No ass on his face, no blindfold, no sensory deprivation. He feels it as I stroke. He sees it as I...

It's been almost six weeks of strict denial for My slave. He's rock hard and putty in My hands. It only takes a few strokes before he's stiff, miserable, begging, blocked. He knows the shot setup, and he knows it's only going to be hand stuff. The Wolford Fatal 15 thigh-high black stockings, the black satin Katie & Laura panties, the black nitrile gloves ... they all make the suffering so much darker, so much richer.

What's worst for him is that the field monitor is in full view. No ass on his face, no blindfold, no sensory deprivation. He feels it as I stroke. He sees it as I move My hands all over him. He watches it back on the screen, like a VR porn sexperience with the Domme of his dreams. He clip-ceptioned himself. He's mindf*cked silly and blocked beyond blocked.

As much as he wants a ruin, he knows it's going to ache and burn and sting when all that thick, compressed semen shoots out his shaft ... only to be left dribbling in agony. The tiniest bit of pressure relieved and frustrated, wondering how can I possibly lock him up for a month in this condition? How can I possibly be so cruel?

Trust Me, it comes naturally.