Miss M spent the weekend at the boy's house and he thought he would be safe.
No chance!! She always takes a travel bag wherever she goes!
She hogtied him in leather cuffs, muzzle gagged him, his balls were tied to his wrists, edged and polished then finally her favourite thing to do to a helpless man, post orgasm torment!

Miss M revelled in her power as she watched her helpless prey squirm.

Her eyes locked onto the subtle twitches and moans of the tied-up man, feeding her lust. The thought of bringing him to the very edge of pleasure only to rip it away ...

Miss M spent the weekend at the boy's house and he thought he would be safe.
No chance!! She always takes a travel bag wherever she goes!
She hogtied him in leather cuffs, muzzle gagged him, his balls were tied to his wrists, edged and polished then finally her favourite thing to do to a helpless man, post orgasm torment!

Miss M revelled in her power as she watched her helpless prey squirm.

Her eyes locked onto the subtle twitches and moans of the tied-up man, feeding her lust. The thought of bringing him to the very edge of pleasure only to rip it away sent a shiver down her spine. Each moment she spent with him felt more intimate and feral than the last.

The muzzle in his mouth was a constant reminder of his helplessness, but it also amplified his pleasurable cries when she would allow him to climax. Miss M used this fact to her advantage, teasing him with illusory promises of release, only to take

it away at the last possible second, leaving him on the precipice of ecstasy, quivering and writhing in his bonds.

it away at the last possible second, leaving him on the precipice of ecstasy, quivering and writhing in his bonds.

As the session wore on, the intensity of their play grew more intense with each passing hour. Miss M became possessed by her desire to dominate and control, even as the man squirmed and begged for mercy. The rope burns on his limbs mixed with the leather cuffs' bite against his skin, a constant reminder of her power.

Despite her cruelty, there was a tenderness in her eyes as she watched him struggle. She could see the desire in his eyes, the yearning for release, and she knew she was the only one who could give it to him. As she brought him to the edge once more, she whispered in his ear, "Do you want it to end?"

He shook his head violently, eyes wide with pleading. "Please, no. I don’t think I can take the intensity of post orgasm..

Miss M smiled as she said “But that's the price to pay to end the torment. are you willing to pay?