Bound Cock Gets Edged. Ruined Orgasms. 10mm Sounds. And Post Orgasm Torture

Title: An Erotic Bound Cock Torture Fantasy
By the same twisted mind that brought you “The Naughty Adventures of a Napping Nurse” and “The Sensual Spanking of Sweet Sophia”

The dimly lit dungeon was filled with anticipation as Mistress Serena, a voluptuous MILF with curves in all the right places, prepared her plaything for tonight’s session. She had taken quite a liking to this particular submissive, admiring his ripped physique and impressively large cock that strained against its cage whenever she was near. His name was Jace, and he had the unfortunate pleasure of being her favorite cock slave.

Jace lay bundled in soft silk ropes that bound his muscular body tightly, leaving just enough room for him to wiggle within their confines. His chest rose and fell in deep, anxious breaths as the ropes squeezed the air from his lungs. His arms were pinned behind his back, forgoing the ability to touch himself, much to his frustration.

Mistress Serena approached Jace, her voluptuous hips swaying seductively with each step. She traced her manicured fingers along the ropes grazing his rippling abs before sliding to his cock cage. It was obscenely large, almost painful to behold. She licked her lips hungrily before leaning in to whisper in his ear.

“You’ve been a very naughty boy, Jace,” she purred, punctuating her words by pulling his cage tautly. “Touching yourself when I’ve forbidden it. Trying to deny me the pleasure of your suffering.”

He whimpered pathetically in response as she walked around him, admiring the ropework that belied his struggles. Mistress Serena delighted in seeing him squirm, knowing she’d be the architect of tonight’s amateur porn scene.

Grabbing her metal instruments, Mistress Serena sat down beside Jace’s helpless form, her lab coat glinting under the dim lights. “Such an exquisite specimen of manhood,” she cooed. “Let’s see how you take your punishment.”

With expert hands, she gradually pushed a urethral sounding rod into Jace’s urethra, letting the sensation envelop him as the implement forced its way up his dick. He had to stifle cries of humiliation mixed with pleasure as he felt the 10mm sound travel deeper and deeper.

“Such exquisite punishment,” the domme cooed as she pushed the sound further into his sensitive orginal him. “What a good boy you are suffering like this.”

Once the instrument was fully lodged, she tied it off with a silk ribbon so it wouldn’t move or shift within him. The sensation was exquisite and torturous.

“Come for me,” Mistress Serena commanded as she began to stroke his caged cock in time with her words. “Come for me like a good little slave.”

As the mistress edged him mercilessly, Jace felt his orgasm approaching forcefully. His cock strained against its cage, desperate to erupt. But when it was on the cusp of release, Mistress Serena cruelly pulled back. She repeated this sadistic process again and again, denying Jace any satisfaction.

Realizing what she was doing – edging him ruthlessly – sent Jace’s mind spiraling into a vortex of emotions: lust, frustration, pain, anger, and shame intermingled in a potent cocktail. He felt drunk on the humiliation of being used so cruelly.

Just when he thought he might pass out, Mistress Serena finally relented. She pried open the cage, and he caught a glimpse of his painfully swollen shaft, oozing with trapped arousal. It was an erotic sight that thrilled and terrified him at once.

With her hand still slowly stroking him, she used the vibrator on his erection while adding lube, pushing the pulsing toy deeper and deeper into his cock. The sound made Jace quiver under her touch, whimpering at the agonizing, torturous pleasure.

As he got close to edging again, Mistress Serena abruptly ended the stimulation. She let the sound sit quietly inside him, letting Jace ponder the cruel toy lodged in his sensitive organ. Tinny, distorted sounds of her voice echoed from the rod as she teased him further.

“Now… you’re going to remain bound and edged for me. You filthy slave, you don’t deserve climax tonight. Some other wicked slut can have the privilege of emptying your churning balls. Not you.”

With that, Mistress Serena backed away, leaving Jace suspended in the web of silk and metal rods, his mind and body aching for release. She walked away, knowing that this was just the beginning of more torment for him.

The snaps of her ridiculously high heels echoed on the dungeon floor as she strutted by his hanging form, looking at her prisoner one more time before leaving him with his humiliating thoughts and tormenting sensations.

From there, Jace was lost in a haze of sexual frustration, one more cruel post-orgasm torture. His mind raced, cycling between fury, self-pity, and shameless desire for his domme. She’d claimed him as a permanent plaything, forever to be at her mercy.

Alas, she returned after a few minutes, notable only in that her lab coat and hair were both now slightly disheveled. Jace’s eyes widened in jealousy when he realized this, knowing that his mistress had allowed someone else to have their way with her.Teasing him with this intimate fulfillment she alone was permitted broke Jace more than her final insertion of the metal rod into his sensitive cock. It all built to a need to sate her and only her – and likely died hoping she remembered his existence. Anything to prove he remains her loyal, obedient cock slave