I love the thrill of teasing the slave’s cock slowly, savoring the tension that builds with every careful touch. Each day that passed during that strict month of chastity only intensified his desire, making the eventual milking day feel even more electrifying. The anticipation was almost unbearable, an insatiable craving that begged to be unleashed.

Now that the moment has finally arrived, I’m acutely aware of just how sensitive his cock is. Every gentle stroke sends ripples of excitement through him, like a spark igniting a fire. I can feel the pressure inside him building, an irr...

I love the thrill of teasing the slave’s cock slowly, savoring the tension that builds with every careful touch. Each day that passed during that strict month of chastity only intensified his desire, making the eventual milking day feel even more electrifying. The anticipation was almost unbearable, an insatiable craving that begged to be unleashed.

Now that the moment has finally arrived, I’m acutely aware of just how sensitive his cock is. Every gentle stroke sends ripples of excitement through him, like a spark igniting a fire. I can feel the pressure inside him building, an irresistible blend of excitement and uncertainty. It’s a game of dominance, of teasing, where every calculated move could spark an ... explosive reaction. That thought sends shivers down his spine.

As I play with his balls, a thrilling tension builds, a ticking clock counting down to release. I can already envision the eruption, the sudden burst of sperm, the chaos it will create.

But there’s a price to pay for this liberation. When the moment finally arrives, I plan to let it burst right in his face, just the way I like it. The rush of that unexpected explosion, the surprise and shock ... it’s exhilarating. Directing his powerful load precisely where I desire, will remind him of our roles: Mistress and slave.

Wouldn't you be willing to pay that small price for a taste of that wonderful feeling of relief?