Four days apart, and My boy is now back where he belongs: beneath Me. His face fits so snugly into My ass, sniffing the seam of My shorts ... and then what I have on underneath. It's day eight of 10 of his no-edging sentence, he's losing it, and I'm not backing down. I'm still not touching him, and I'm not giving him the sweet relief of a KO, either.

It's a true test of My infinite patience and My talent for tapping into his psyche to control his dick only with My mind and My voice. I tease and taunt and humiliate ... filling his head with fantasies and nightmares about what My Dom...

Four days apart, and My boy is now back where he belongs: beneath Me. His face fits so snugly into My ass, sniffing the seam of My shorts ... and then what I have on underneath. It's day eight of 10 of his no-edging sentence, he's losing it, and I'm not backing down. I'm still not touching him, and I'm not giving him the sweet relief of a KO, either.

It's a true test of My infinite patience and My talent for tapping into his psyche to control his dick only with My mind and My voice. I tease and taunt and humiliate ... filling his head with fantasies and nightmares about what My Domme friend and I plan to do to him when it's finally time to put hands on him. Impossible not to notice My shortened manicure, which adds a whole new world of fun.

I can't touch, but I can still be mean. Each time I lift My ass and either let him catch his breath or tease him with the hope of oxygen only to cruelly bear down again, he gasps and moans and swells ... and he knows that once I'm satisfied with his performance, his hard dick will be locked by My hand.

His dick doesn't deserve to be touched -- none do -- and once he's done with these 10 days, he's going to be so blocked and full and miserable, he'll be able to hold his cum forever. And that's what really excites Me.