Bound to My chair My slave has been chaste for a month, his balls swollen and ready for draining. I adore tormenting him with his impending humiliation, how I will extract his spunk and feed it back to him, one spoonful at a time. I expertly edge his erection until its seeping precum at a rapid rate. Begging to climax I revel in ruining him into a condom, I have prepared a delicious pudding for him and I squeeze his cum into the thick mixture. As a surprise I have been collecting copious amounts of other peoples cum to really thicken the mood. I love the look of dread on his face as the spu...

Bound to My chair My slave has been chaste for a month, his balls swollen and ready for draining. I adore tormenting him with his impending humiliation, how I will extract his spunk and feed it back to him, one spoonful at a time. I expertly edge his erection until its seeping precum at a rapid rate. Begging to climax I revel in ruining him into a condom, I have prepared a delicious pudding for him and I squeeze his cum into the thick mixture. As a surprise I have been collecting copious amounts of other peoples cum to really thicken the mood. I love the look of dread on his face as the spunk starts to curdle with each stir. To finish off his delicious treat I add a sacred sample from My feminine time of the month and use it as a stirrer. I spoon feed him on thick, congealed globule at a time and salivate over his disgust with each mouthful.