hungswimmerFR edged and milked

In the dimly lit, dungeon-like room, the air was thick with anticipation and the heady scent of leather and sweat. A man, muscular and chiseled, was bound to a sturdy wooden chair, his arms and legs restrained by thick, black rope. His eyes were covered by a tight leather blindfold, leaving him at the mercy of his mistress.

The woman circled the helpless man like a predator, her heels clicking menacingly on the cold stone floor. She wore a form-fitting leather corset that accentuated her curves and a thick leather collar around her neck. Her hair was pulled back into a severe bun, and her makeup was dark and dramatic. She exuded an aura of power and control.

She leaned in close to the man’s ear, her hot breath ghosting over his skin. “My pet,” she purred, her voice low and sultry. “Are you ready to be punished for your misdeeds?”

The man tried to speak, but a leather gag was shoved into his mouth, muffling his words. He let out a muffled groan of protest, which only seemed to delight his mistress further.

She tsked, shaking her head. “Naughty pet. Excessive edging will be your penance today.” She traced a sharp nail down his chest, leaving a faint red line in its wake.

The man shivered, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew what was coming, and his cock twitched eagerly in anticipation.

His mistress grabbed a bottle of lube and squirted a generous amount onto her hand. She reached down and began stroking his cock, her grip tight and punishing. The man’s head fell back, a silent moan escaping him as she pumped him with increasing speed.

“Mmm, look at you, so hard already,” she breathed. “You’re truly a deprivation freak, aren’t you?”

She continued her relentless assault on his cock, bringing him closer and closer to the edge, but never letting him tip over. Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, she would slow down, backing off just enough to keep him from cumming.

The man panted and writhed against his restraints, his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He was so fucking close, but every time, she would deny him that sweet release. It was pure torture, pure ecstasy.

After what felt like an eternity, his mistress finally removed the gag from his mouth. He gasped for air, his lungs burning. “Please,” he begged, his voice hoarse and ragged. “Please, let me cum.”

She smiled cruelly, her eyes gleaming with malice. “You want to cum, pet? You want to spill your seed?”

He nodded frantically, desperate for the release that had been teasing him for so long. “Yes, please. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Very well,” she purred. She began stroking him again, her grip tighter than before. The man arched his back, his thighs trembling as he hurtled towards the edge once more.

And then, finally, blessedly, he was cumming. His cock pulsed and throbbed in her hand as he spurted thick ropes of cum onto his chest and stomach. He cried out, his body wracked with pleasure and relief.

But his mistress wasn’t done with him yet. She continued to stroke and pump him, milking every last drop from his spent cock. He whimpered and moaned, the overstimulation almost too much to bear.

Satisfied with her work, she finally released his cock and stepped back. The man sagged in his restraints, completely fucked out and exhausted. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear.

“Remember this, pet,” she whispered. “Remember how good it feels to be at my mercy. And remember that you’ll never cum without my permission again.”

With that, she sauntered out of the room, leaving the man bound and covered in his own cum. He knew that this wasn’t the end, but only the beginning. His mistress would continue to edge and tease him, pushing his limits and bringing him to the very brink time and time again.

And he would submit to her, because he was her pet, her fucktoy, and he would do anything and everything she demanded of him. Even if it meant being constantly denied the pleasure he so desperately craved.

His mistress was the only one who could truly satisfy him, and he would endure whatever she had in store for him, because in the end, every moment of deprivation would be worth it when she finally allowed him to cum again.