Femdom Mistress gives him a perfect handjob tease and denial, blocked cum shot CBT

Mistress Tianna reclined on the plush velvet chaise, her dark tresses cascading over her shoulders as she surveyed theScene. The dimpled alfresco set the stage for her next conquest, a trembling submissive boytoy bound and ready to receive his Mistress’ merciless pleasure.

His wrists were lashed to the sturdy cuffs of the bondage chair, biceps flexing uselessly against the restraints as Tianna circled him like a vixen. “Mistress has decided to bless you today, pet,” she purred, caressing his cheek with an expertly manicured hand. “Bless you with the torment of ecstasy and denial.”

The boy bit his lip to stifle a groan, intoxicated by her commanding presence and the devilish glint in her eyes. Mistress Tianna was a porn star and amateur dominatrix who hosted weekly pay-per-view domination session sin her private dungeon.

Tianna embarked on his flesh, trailing her fingers down a sweat-slick chest, gliding over every ripple and valley until she reached the prize jutting proudly between his legs. She’d already sucked him until he was salty and leaking, so she knew just how to push him to the brink and back again.

“Please…” the bound man whimpered pathetically as her hand wrapped around his stiff cock, fingers tight against his throbbing shaft. Tianna smirked sadistically. Begging was encouraged. It would only make his denial so much sweeter once she pulled away those teasing caresses.

“Maybe pleading will earn you a mercy orgasm,” she taunted, giving a slow stroke from base to tip and smearing the pearly beads of precum bubbling from his slit. “Or maybe I’ll just keep you like this – achingly, painfully hard, desperate for release…but never quite getting it.”

Her hand moved faster now, a velvet glove working him over with expert tugs and twists of her dexterous fingers. The tantalizing strokes were torturously close to what the boy needed, but still maddeningly short of the deep pounding he craved. Each pass brought him closer to breaking point but Tianna was relentless, stopping abruptly as soon as she sensed his testicles tighten ready for climax.

“Oooh, what have we here?” she cooed wickedly, halting her ministrations. “Already trying to sneak across the finish line, furtive little slut? What were we taught about consent?” But while she lectured, her hand made maddeningly soft squeezing motions in her palm, keeping him frustratingly primed.

“Mmmm, Mistress, please!” he strained against his bonds, belly muscles clenching as he tried desperately to grind into her touch. “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry. I need…”

“Mistress knows what you need,” Tianna interrupted breezily, emphasizing her point by giving his shaft one more teasing pump before pulling away completely. The sudden absence of her touch was a shock to his over-sensitized flesh and the boy let out a pitiful whine. “But you must learn self-control before any of that.”

She hopped into his lap, straddling his thighs as she played with the leaking head of his member like a cat toying with distressed prey. Her breasts were centimeters away from his handsome face, straining against the lacy bullet bra as they heaved with her excitement. The overwhelming stimulation of having her innate femininity so close to his needy flesh was almost torturous.

“Fuck, you’re such a desperate little fucker,” Tianna laughed, leaning in close. The scent of her expensive perfume made his head spin – he felt drunk on pheromones. “You love this, don’t you? Being left high and dry? Is that what gets your rocks off?”

“Yes! Everything Mistress says…I live for this,” he panted, heart swelling at the dignity of earning the praise of such a superior woman. “Please, I’ll do anything! Beg, scream, worship at the altar of Mistress’s perfection. Anything!”

“Hmm,” she tapped his engorged tip thoughtfully with a long, crimson fingernail. “Not bad. We may have to explore the screaming part later…for now, just sit tight.”

The boy’s head lolled back in despair as she rose gracefully from his lap, leaving his erection painfully erect and glistening with precum. He watched helplessly as she moved out of reach, the sway of her phat, bubble butt cutting an attractive line down her back.

“Remember, pet,” Tianna purred as she bent over a table and pretended to scan some documents, “your little cuck compulsion depends entirely on Mistress’s goodwill. Remember that, and we won’t have a problem.”

She tossed a coy glance back over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling impishly. For a moment, just a moment, their gazes locked, a spark of manic electricity crackling between Mistress and her suffering slave as she allowed herself to bask in the perverse thrill of dominating another functioning male’s guttural Urges with relative condomline. Their pupils blew wide and contracted, a nanosecond dance of pitch and primal aesthetics interrupting the fine line between tops cumming denial and sexual torture.