He ordered the leggings for Me weeks ago and has been patiently biding his time, waiting to experience them any and every way I decide. His current denial count is 13 days, and that stretch was kicked off with the completion of 100 edges ... so he's in a state. Hypersensitive, extra subby, frustrated himself, and frustrating to Me. Frustrating because his cock is the lightning rod for all of my sexual energy in lockdown and I can barely touch it before he's threatening a disgusting, dribbling orgasm before he's even fully hard.

No, that's not going to work for me. He can work throu...

He ordered the leggings for Me weeks ago and has been patiently biding his time, waiting to experience them any and every way I decide. His current denial count is 13 days, and that stretch was kicked off with the completion of 100 edges ... so he's in a state. Hypersensitive, extra subby, frustrated himself, and frustrating to Me. Frustrating because his cock is the lightning rod for all of my sexual energy in lockdown and I can barely touch it before he's threatening a disgusting, dribbling orgasm before he's even fully hard.

No, that's not going to work for me. He can work through all the ways to worship these snakeskin pattern leggings, and I'm going to coil around him like a boa constrictor and squeeze until I see the terror and fear and surrender in his eyes, and the effect it has between his legs.

I start warming him up underneath me, running my hands over the smooth, shiny, skin-tight fabric of the leggings and guiding his nose into the ruched seam up My ass. Forward and reverse facesitting, teasing and taunting, then swatting at his balls and a rare slap to the face that told him exactly what kind of mood I was in for the session.

You'll have to watch for yourself as I wrap My legs around his head and neck and bury him and let him fall further into submission for Me, the only place he'll ever feel complete and happy again. I keep him on his knees, vulnerable and supported only by My strength before I allow him up onto the bed to relax.

He's hoping for more. He wants his boxers off, while I want to put him out a hundred different ways. Just fade to black for Me one more time, slave, then I'll unhinge my jaw and swallow you whole ... that's a promise. ;)