Mistress Anna Elite – Edged To A Hands Free Ruined Orgasm

Bound and hooded, slave Flash is at my mercy, his limbs spread wide, cock and balls exposed. His trepidation is palpable as I stand before him, my allure weakening his resolve. I delight in his torment, my gloved hands exploring his body, teasing past his groin as he hangs onto my every word. His desire for me is evident, his cock leaking in anticipation. I acknowledge his temporary status, revealing that two dominant women will revel in his plight.

I grip his balls tightly, my fingers applying pressure, causing him to sigh and groan. His balls swell and turn blue, veins prominence. I promise him a day of discomfort and frustration. My grip shifts to his neck, my stockinged knee resting on his leg. He trembles, fear etched on his face as I assert my power. I bring him to the brink, my fingers dancing on his cock, only to pull away, leaving him desperate and humiliated.

The game of denial continues. I squeeze his cock, his breath hitching, body convulsing. His head bobs, eyes pleading. “Are you close?” I demand. He admits his impending orgasm, but I deny him, crushing his balls for my amusement. Back and forth, I tease and deny, until he’s begging for release, his voice ragged, body exhausted.

I finally relent, stroking him towardsorgasm. His body tenses, muscles aching, head lolling. “Cum for me now,” I command. He does, groaning deeply as ropes of cum spurt forth, painting the floor. I leave him spent, his sensitive cock still yearning for more, a lasting reminder of my cruel torment.