Miss M had her victim tightly hogtied bound and gagged ready to be edged and polished into oblivion!

A rope from his balls to his wrists added another layer of sensation.

she had softened him up with some intense tickling, but now was the time for the next part of her plan.

She stood and admired his bound body, the way the ropes bit into his naked flesh.

"Good," she sighed reaching once more for his cock. "Now, let's see if we can push you close to the edge. Again."

With skilled hands, she stroked his shaft, using the pre-cum as a lubricant...

Miss M had her victim tightly hogtied bound and gagged ready to be edged and polished into oblivion!

A rope from his balls to his wrists added another layer of sensation.

she had softened him up with some intense tickling, but now was the time for the next part of her plan.

She stood and admired his bound body, the way the ropes bit into his naked flesh.

"Good," she sighed reaching once more for his cock. "Now, let's see if we can push you close to the edge. Again."

With skilled hands, she stroked his shaft, using the pre-cum as a lubricant. Her fingers worked his cockhead, teasing the slit, spreading the moisture over his entire length. E was a mess of sensations, the relentless stroke of her hand, and the constant pull on his balls.

He moaned into the gag,

She knew the sounds he made well, had been playing his body like an instrument for years and could tell by the pitch and the tone how close he was. Sometimes she allowed the gag to be loose enough so she could hear him beg.

The moans now escaping were too close to him finding his release.

"Not yet," she ordered, slowing her hand. "I want you to beg me to stop. Only then will I let you find your release."

He writhed, his body glistening with sweat. The moans and muffled cries increased

With a satisfied smirk, Miss M released his cock, leaving him hovering on the edge. "Very good, my pet. Now, I want you to hold that orgasm in. Don't you dare cum until I say so?"