If it's not plainly obvious, I'm really enjoying making my boy suffer this Locktober. The bigger the balls for busting, the tighter the cage for straining, the longer the denial for aching ... it's all the better for me. Just watch him squirm. He has assumed the slave's position in the upright chair. I, in a black bodysuit and dark thigh-high stockings, tempt and tease him with my voice, my words, my hands, my body. He's filled with frustration and arousal and I hope a bit of fear, as I assure him I fully intend to come for him this month, and I tell him so. My sights are set on him. I ...

If it's not plainly obvious, I'm really enjoying making my boy suffer this Locktober. The bigger the balls for busting, the tighter the cage for straining, the longer the denial for aching ... it's all the better for me. Just watch him squirm. He has assumed the slave's position in the upright chair. I, in a black bodysuit and dark thigh-high stockings, tempt and tease him with my voice, my words, my hands, my body. He's filled with frustration and arousal and I hope a bit of fear, as I assure him I fully intend to come for him this month, and I tell him so. My sights are set on him. I have him in the crosshairs. I'm going to dismantle you. I'm going to destroy you. I am coming for you, slave. This month, I want him to break for real. I want the quantity and the magnitude of my orgasms to dwarf anything he can imagine. From anyone I desire, I'll flaunt every one in his face. I'll rub it in. All the climaxes for me, and none for you. Not now. Not ever. Never again. When he can't take any more edges and the anticipation of a ballbusting looms large, I stand him up and pummel him with my knees and thighs. He thanks me with the sweetest kisses goodnight, and I, in turn, permit his throbbing groin a soothing shower before relocking.