I vulnerable slave, tightly confined in a darkened Sensory Deprivation hood, leather straps restricting his body. He remains, perfectly still. As he is fearful, and obedient. Today, I'm not only in the mood to toy with my slave's mind; but I desire to tease and torment his cock as well. All it takes is the light touch of my shining latex encased fingers and the sensual controlling tone of my voice to have him rock hard against my touch. It's something he hasn't felt in weeks, months, he can't recall exactly as the days have dragged on long without any physical pleasure. My grip, never tight... Show more