Hands
balled up in leather mitts, legs and arms strapped, chained by the neck
to my dungeon furniture; he truly doesn't understand the sensually
sadistic torment I am about to bestow upon him. My body encased in
rubber, shining opera latex gloves gracing my fingers; as this little
toy in particular is to never feel my flesh on his flesh. Undeserving. I
enjoy winding him up, twirling a finger around his tip, using only two
to slowly work my way from the base up towards the shaft; however I
enjoy even more when I suddenly remove my hand just as sounds of
pleasure threaten to leave his lips. The look in my eyes as I watch his
untouched cock twitch and squirm; smoldering. His body trembles within
his confinement, his pulsing thumping through his cock which feels as
though at any moment could burst as I lean in and blow a hot stream of
air towards the tip. When the precum begins to dribble from it, I scoop
it up and invade his mouth with my fingers, him to lap up every drop.
The very moment when it feels as though he's going to cum, so desperate;
I remove my hand. Sending him spiraling into the ruins in which he
belongs. Silly little toy.