It is a rare occasion that I focus my attention on any slave's cock. It is after all of no use to me and of no consequence. But it is his most prized possession. And as such, I enjoy demonstrating my power and control over his manhood. His pleasure...his pain...his frustration...his erection...his orgasm, or lack thereof. It's all in my hands. Literally.

Today I will incorporate the use of surgical stainless steel rods, otherwise known as "sounds", to reinforce my ownership of his cock. Typically used in medical procedures to stretch the inner walls of a man's urethra, in the hands...

It is a rare occasion that I focus my attention on any slave's cock. It is after all of no use to me and of no consequence. But it is his most prized possession. And as such, I enjoy demonstrating my power and control over his manhood. His pleasure...his pain...his frustration...his erection...his orgasm, or lack thereof. It's all in my hands. Literally.

Today I will incorporate the use of surgical stainless steel rods, otherwise known as "sounds", to reinforce my ownership of his cock. Typically used in medical procedures to stretch the inner walls of a man's urethra, in the hands of a skilled and sadistic Dominatrix such as myself, these magnificent steel dowels can be manipulated to bring unimaginable pleasure, or immense pain. And with my slave helplessly bound and spread eagle on my punishment bench, his cock is completely at my mercy. So what shall it be? Pleasure or Pain? Perhaps both.

As I slide the polished steel in and out of his shaft, or better put, his man pussy, I am literally fucking him from the inside out with my cold steel cock. The smooth steel brings such great pleasure as I sensually masturbate the interior walls of his ultra sensitive urethra. In and out...up and down...stroking slowly at first...then faster and faster I go. The pleasure is euphoric and his cock swells right on cue.

There are so many activities I can incorporate to heighten his experience. Electro stimulation...vibration...strategically placed clamps...piercings. Oh my. But with the slightest twist of the wrist, I change the angle of insertion and bring him extreme discomfort. I can alter his reality as quickly as I change my moods. And then I reboot, and we start all over again. Tease and denial. Pleasure and pain. He is at my mercy, as it should be. As I said previously, it's all in my hands. Literally.