FEMDOM FIRSTS: How Dominant Women And Their Submissives Got Into The BDSM Lifestyle - Volume 1 of the WellHeeledDominatrix.com Collection Read Online Free
given me all evening told me that I'd finally found my soul mate but, just in case, I knew how to cinch the deal by withholding orgasm, the ultimate tool for ensuring a slave's loyalty. But, I planned to take it a step further...
Just as he was starting to get a firm rhythm, I turned off the vibrator, and removed it. He groaned in frustration. I leaned over, putting the vibrator on the nightstand, and ordered him to turn over on his back. Getting in my drawer again, I pulled out four black scarves. He didn't protest at all as I tied his wrists and ankles to the four bedposts.
I settled myself between his legs, and said, "Watch me. Do not take your eyes off me."
He nodded, licking his lips.
I reached for the baby oil, and poured it generously on his stomach, thighs and balls. He started grinding his hips toward me. I massaged the oil into his belly first, up to the base of his cock, taking care to not touch the cock at all. I then massaged his thighs and balls, slipping my fingers down once again to play with his newly deflowered ass. He tried to spread his legs farther but he was in too much of a bind, so to speak. I massaged around and around, never once touching his cock, which was now straining toward the ceiling, the head purple and swelling, small drops of pre-cum dripping down. I looked up at Ben's face, and smiled angelically. His eyes were pleading.
I whispered, "Tell me what you want me to do."
"Touch me! PLEASE TOUCH MY PENIS NOW!"
I smirked. "What will you give me to play with your cock?"
"I'll give you anything. I swear. Please! I have to cum! Please let me cum in you, ma'am!"
"Anything?"
"Yes, anything!!"
"How about a ring and a wedding date?"
"Yes, anything! Yes, I will marry you, ma'am. I swear it!! Please fuck me!!!"
He was sweating and shaking as my hands continued to swirl across his skin, always just missing the base of his cock. He continued to try to move his cock in the direction of my fingertips. He failed each time.
I bent forward, staring at him, and my tits were just centimeters away. He strained to try to move his cock tip towards them, wanting anything to touch him at all." I moved away before he could.
He groaned again, his eyes begging. My pussy was soaking the bed underneath us. I needed release soon.
I crawled over him, making sure that no part of my body touched his suffering, lonely cock.
I shimmied all the way up his body, dragging my wet pussy across his stomach, leaving a trail of my clear juice. I then put my knees on either side of his head, and settled myself on his face.
"Lick my cunt, slave boy. Make me cum or I won't touch your cock until our wedding night!"
He went to work, licking and slurping. And, cum I did, grinding into him until he couldn't breathe. I came all over his face and, when I moved away, my juices were dripping down both his cheeks. That was the sexiest I'd ever seen him up until that moment and I wanted to fuck him so badly but it was far too early for that reward.
Turning again, I saw his cock was still just as miserable as it had been moments before, tall, hard, and begging to be rubbed, squeezed, and given release.
I trailed my fingers around the base again, not touching the shaft at all.
"Please, you promised!" he begged.
Getting up, and heading to the shower, I said, "Yes, I did. But, you see, I've changed my mind, Ben. I've decided you need to save yourself for our wedding night. Why don't you think about how quickly you can make that wedding happen while I go wash up?"
"Please, Nikki!" He looked like he was going to cry again.
Turning briefly, I said, "And, remember, NO touching your own cock. It is mine now, to do with as I please. Each morning when you shower, I will clean it for you. I know that will be humiliating for you but that's the way it's going to be. If you're a good boy between now and our wedding, I might let you cum on our wedding night...or I might not. We'll have to see how well you behave." I continued walking toward
Just as he was starting to get a firm rhythm, I turned off the vibrator, and removed it. He groaned in frustration. I leaned over, putting the vibrator on the nightstand, and ordered him to turn over on his back. Getting in my drawer again, I pulled out four black scarves. He didn't protest at all as I tied his wrists and ankles to the four bedposts.
I settled myself between his legs, and said, "Watch me. Do not take your eyes off me."
He nodded, licking his lips.
I reached for the baby oil, and poured it generously on his stomach, thighs and balls. He started grinding his hips toward me. I massaged the oil into his belly first, up to the base of his cock, taking care to not touch the cock at all. I then massaged his thighs and balls, slipping my fingers down once again to play with his newly deflowered ass. He tried to spread his legs farther but he was in too much of a bind, so to speak. I massaged around and around, never once touching his cock, which was now straining toward the ceiling, the head purple and swelling, small drops of pre-cum dripping down. I looked up at Ben's face, and smiled angelically. His eyes were pleading.
I whispered, "Tell me what you want me to do."
"Touch me! PLEASE TOUCH MY PENIS NOW!"
I smirked. "What will you give me to play with your cock?"
"I'll give you anything. I swear. Please! I have to cum! Please let me cum in you, ma'am!"
"Anything?"
"Yes, anything!!"
"How about a ring and a wedding date?"
"Yes, anything! Yes, I will marry you, ma'am. I swear it!! Please fuck me!!!"
He was sweating and shaking as my hands continued to swirl across his skin, always just missing the base of his cock. He continued to try to move his cock in the direction of my fingertips. He failed each time.
I bent forward, staring at him, and my tits were just centimeters away. He strained to try to move his cock tip towards them, wanting anything to touch him at all." I moved away before he could.
He groaned again, his eyes begging. My pussy was soaking the bed underneath us. I needed release soon.
I crawled over him, making sure that no part of my body touched his suffering, lonely cock.
I shimmied all the way up his body, dragging my wet pussy across his stomach, leaving a trail of my clear juice. I then put my knees on either side of his head, and settled myself on his face.
"Lick my cunt, slave boy. Make me cum or I won't touch your cock until our wedding night!"
He went to work, licking and slurping. And, cum I did, grinding into him until he couldn't breathe. I came all over his face and, when I moved away, my juices were dripping down both his cheeks. That was the sexiest I'd ever seen him up until that moment and I wanted to fuck him so badly but it was far too early for that reward.
Turning again, I saw his cock was still just as miserable as it had been moments before, tall, hard, and begging to be rubbed, squeezed, and given release.
I trailed my fingers around the base again, not touching the shaft at all.
"Please, you promised!" he begged.
Getting up, and heading to the shower, I said, "Yes, I did. But, you see, I've changed my mind, Ben. I've decided you need to save yourself for our wedding night. Why don't you think about how quickly you can make that wedding happen while I go wash up?"
"Please, Nikki!" He looked like he was going to cry again.
Turning briefly, I said, "And, remember, NO touching your own cock. It is mine now, to do with as I please. Each morning when you shower, I will clean it for you. I know that will be humiliating for you but that's the way it's going to be. If you're a good boy between now and our wedding, I might let you cum on our wedding night...or I might not. We'll have to see how well you behave." I continued walking toward
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