OMG… WHAT DOES HE EAT??? SHE DRIVES HIM CRAZY

It was a sultry summer evening, and the air was thick with tension as Misstress Sinned entered her dimly lit boudoir. She wore a tight, black leather corset that hugged her curvy figure and accentuated her ample bosom. Her long, raven hair cascaded down her back in silky waves, and her dark, sultry eyes gleamed with mischief.

Misstress Sinned had a reputation in the BDSM scene. She was known for her skilled hands and her ability to drive even the most experienced submissive men to the brink of madness with pleasure. Tonight, her latest conquest was tied to the four-poster bed, his arms and legs stretched taut, his erect cock throbbing with anticipation.

She sauntered over to him, her hips swaying seductively. “Tonight,” she purred, “we’re going to play a game. A game of tease and please.”

The man on the bed swallowed hard, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. He knew from experience that playing games with Misstress Sinned always ended in a mind-blowing orgasm, but the journey to get there was a torturous, yet delicious, one.

Misstress Sinned reached into her bedside drawer and pulled out a small, metallic device. It was a metronome, a symbol of the intense edging session that was about to take place. She placed it on the bedside table and set the tempo to a slow, steady beat.

She began to stroke the man’s cock, her soft, oiled hands gliding up and down his shaft in a slow, sensual rhythm. The metronome ticked away in the background, dictating the pace of her strokes.

“I want you to think about what you’re feeling,” she instructed, her voice low and sultry. “I want you to imagine my hands, my fingers, my tongue, exploring every inch of your body. I want you to picture me taking you into my mouth, sucking on you hard, bringing you to the very edge of ecstasy before backing off and leaving you wanting more.”

The man’s breath grew heavier with each stroke, his cock throbbing in her hand. He could feel himself getting close, but Misstress Sinned always knew when to stop, always able to read his body like a book.

She continued to tease him, bringing him to the brink of orgasm over and over again. She squeezed his balls, tweaked his nipples, licked the sensitive underside of his shaft. She used all the tricks in her book to keep him on the very edge of climax, never letting him fall over.

The metronome continued to tick away, a relentless reminder of the intensity of the session. The man’s body was covered in a sheen of sweat, his muscles tense and coiled like a spring ready to snap.

Finally, Misstress Sinned decided it was time to grant him his release. She increased the tempo of the metronome and stroked his cock harder, faster, her hand a blur of motion.

“That’s it,” she crooned, “come for me. Give me everything you’ve got.”

The man let out a guttural moan as he exploded, his cock pulsing in her hand as he shot thick ropes of cum all over his stomach and chest.

But Misstress Sinned wasn’t done with him yet. She continued to stroke his cock, riding out the aftershocks of his orgasm. She could feel him starting to get hard again, his body responding to her touch.

“Again,” she commanded, her voice low and demanding. “I want you to come again for me.”

The man’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief. He had never been able to come twice in a row, let alone so quickly. But Misstress Sinned wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

She increased the tempo of the metronome even further and squeezed his cock harder, flicking her thumb over the sensitive head. She could feel his body tensing, his cock throbbing in her hand.

“That’s it,” she purred, “come for me again. Give me every last drop.”

The man let out a hoarse cry as he came again, his body shaking with the force of his second orgasm. His cock spurted and twitched as he emptied himself completely, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.

Misstress Sinned finally stopped stroking him, allowing him a moment to recover. She looked down at his spent, twitching cock and felt a sense of deep satisfaction. She had pushed his body to its limits and beyond, had made him experience pleasure unlike anything he had ever known.

As the man lay there, panting and spent, Misstress Sinned leaned down and whispered in his ear. “Next time,” she promised, “we’ll see if you can manage three.”

With that, she untied him from the bed and sauntered off, leaving him to ponder what other delights lay in store for him in her boudoir. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he was back, eager to see just how far Misstress Sinned could push him next.