He's fixated on My follower count and his impending pegging. Too fixated. He's in his head about it. Look at Me, slave. Be present. Be grateful. He strains in his cage under Me in My tights and bodysuit, and it's My mission to make him forget about anything besides what's right in front of him, on top of him, squeezing him, controlling him.

The sit is gorgeous, but the scissors are where I really shine here. He loses it a dozen times over in the sexiest, slowest, meanest squeeze. After I cover his nose and mouth with my hands, he'll be ready. When he finally comes to, he'll be read... Show more