I arrived home after a long day at work. I take my job as a secretary pretty seriously and I want everything and everyone at work to be in line. I don't like people who can't follow the rules and schedule.

At home I demand the same thing. I especially hate to see my spoiled step son behave like a weakling that can't control his impulsions or act in a civilized manner.
Tonight was another such incident. I walked into my room and what I witnessed cannot be unseen. That filthy spoiled brat was on MY bed jerking off with a pair of my worn tights. That's well above what I can put up...

I arrived home after a long day at work. I take my job as a secretary pretty seriously and I want everything and everyone at work to be in line. I don't like people who can't follow the rules and schedule.

At home I demand the same thing. I especially hate to see my spoiled step son behave like a weakling that can't control his impulsions or act in a civilized manner.
Tonight was another such incident. I walked into my room and what I witnessed cannot be unseen. That filthy spoiled brat was on MY bed jerking off with a pair of my worn tights. That's well above what I can put up with. He needs to learn a lesson.

I managed to remain calm and act indifferent as I approached him sensually and started tying him up with the ropes I keep in my drawer. His hands are now tied firmly behind his back, his ankles too. He must be thinking it's his lucky day, that somehow what I saw him doing turned me on.
I lie him down on the bed and sit on him as I use my tights he masturbated with to firmly tie up his dick and balls. I won't put them on again anyway. He will have an extremely hard time before his last orgasm (and breath), I don't want him to lose his erection because of that. I want the last think he experiences is anxiety, tension and powerlessness, while he is orgasming. His last lesson would be imprinted very hard in his memory: satisfaction and orgasm from me = severe discomfort, anguish and helplessness :)

I lie on top of him and lock his neck with my thighs with a scissorhold, using all my strength, while I am slowly bringing him to orgasm with my mouth.
His dick has its own brain, it will obey and spill everything, it doesn't know the ominous situation the rest of his body is.
The scissorhold is so strong he can barely breathe, his face turns red.
At first he switches between anxiety mode where he is trying to escape and pleasure mode where my mouth mesmerizes him and makes him surrender to my sensual care.
After the first couple of minutes though he realized he is in danger and fought desperately to escape.
No chance for that, above the waist it's impossible for him to move at all, he can only jerk his feet a bit.

5 minutes was all it took to make his dick explode uncontrollably into the air while he is in panic and jerks his whole body in a last attempt to escape. I hold my thighs at full power for a few more seconds and release him. His head fell back to the edge of the bed. I made sure he has no pulse and left to take a shower. I don't want his sweat and pathetic juices on me not one second more.