The Warm Damp Towel, by Mistress Wael
originally posted on my FanVue Femdom Blog, August 22nd, 2024.
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A sexy post deserves a sexy photo, don’t you think? By the way, there’s no specific space where I can put a title for a post like I do on Loyalfans when I post there, so I’ll endeavor to put a title at the top of any sexy femdom related stories I write like this one.
As for the photo, I had more than a few of you ask what my pussy looks like with bush and so while I wouldn’t call it a bushy look … this is more like freshly mowed grass haha, this is how I leave her looking most of the time.
So for any adventurer willing to go tongue spelunking, rest assured nobody’s going to have to send a search party out to rescue you from the untamed forest above the cave.
Spelunking.
Damn. I want to tell two stories in one post now because that word brings back such good memories. But maybe I’ll stick with the warm damp towel story and come back later with the spelunking story.
Although, I will admit that spelunking does match the pussy photo here more than the towel story. Anyways, on with it!
My condo, where I did the majority of my Tease & Denial femdom fun, had a sliding door to the balcony and on that balcony I kept a metal stool which would get pretty close to red hot during the day as it caught the sun until it disappeared over the condo around 2pm, but being metal it still retained the heat well into the evening hours.
So what, right?
Well the warmth from that metal chair set up, time and time again, one of the nicest touches to end a Tease & Denial session … or so I’ve been told by countless ‘slaves.’
By the way, I say the word ‘slave’ instead of ‘submissive man’ because it’s much shorter when saying it in Thai and it translates perfectly. But I don’t ever think of somebody submitting to me to be my slave. In my language that is such a derogatory word but in English when talking about femdom, it seems to be okay so that’s why I use it.
What I’ve learned about men over the years, from teasing them out of their minds, is that every single one of you appreciates not only a spectacular finish but also loves the sensualness of the clean-up afterwards … if said clean-up is done with a woman’s touch.
Need me to elaborate? Don’t worry, I got your back … or your dick , as the case may be.
Let’s first talk about the finish because you can’t have a “woman’s touch proper clean-up” without having an overly-messy finish.
One thing I think I’m more than perfect at is extracting every last drop of cum from the guy’s balls and not only that, but doing so in a way that makes the guy yell out “aughhh” with every single siphoning pump of my hand that sucks up the 8th, 9th and even 10th squirt.
It’s those seemingly never ending pumps of my hand, long after the initial orgasm finished, one that was 2 hours in the making, which sometimes send the guy into pleasant convulsions where his whole body is shuddering at the relentlessness of my hand.
The trick is to curl my wrist actually off of the bottom of the hard shaft of the ejaculating cock once my fingers reach the area where the base of the dick merges into the testicle area.
By removing my baby finger, and each subsequent finger until there’s just my thumb and index finger left … I’m able from the very base of the shaft stretch the skin down so far that my finger digs in right at the point (I think) where the semen gets released from the ball sack.
Thus, the semen that didn’t launch and via gravity is sliding back down into the balls gets captured one stroke at a time, fist by my two deep digging fingers, and then as I start to syphon the cum up the shaft on the upstroke I carefully add the remaining 3 fingers one at a time.
Doing so, ensures that none of the cum I’ve captured is able to slide back down, and by the time my hand reaches just under the head of the cock, I’m squeezing so tightly that the cum accelerates and squirts through the shrunken hole giving the sensation of an 8th, 9th, 10th, and even 11th or 12th cum shot.
I’m just using the principle of continuity in fluid dynamics. Decreasing the area through which the cum flows, the velocity of the semen then increases to maintain a constant flow rate when passing through a smaller opening.
ie: I’m gripping the fuck out of the shaft of the cock, not letting it shrink until I’ve extracted every single last drop of cum from the balls.
Men start shuddering around the 7th cum shot and if I’ve done a full two hours of edging beforehand and I’m able to extract cum shots well into the double digits – they then convulse – in a pleasureful way.
That’s when the towel technique comes in and sends the guy into a warm loving frenzy.
See, before the session begins, I’ll prepare the towel by spraying it with warm water from a nozzle that turns that warm water into an even mist. I’ll douse one side of the folded towel pretty good making sure there’s ample water sitting on the end of the fabric. That’ so the evaporation which will occur over the next two hours doesn’t wick away all the dampness.
I’ve gotten this down to a science! lol
I know exactly how many squirts of mist it takes to not soak the towel, but make it wet enough that by the end of hour two it’ll still be moist.
And hot!
Moist and hot … which is why setting the towel on the metal chair that’s been conducting heat from the sun all day is so important. The warmth of the metal chair heats the underside of the towel so that come the end of the session, that towel has two very different temperatures and levels of wetness/dryness to it.
The underside is dry and super warm while the top is warm and moist, kind of like if you took a wet towel out of the oven lol.
Now, the slave is shuddering, right? He’s in an euphoric state but there’s a part of his mind which is not comfortable with the massive amount of cum that’s covering his dick, his pubic hair, his stomach and sometimes even his chest depending on how far he shot his load.
I know because after I fuck a guy, using him as my toy, if I’ve squirted I too feel the urgency to clean myself almost immediately after I’ve orgasmed. I think it’s instinctual – to be mildly repulsed by pussy juice and cum after an orgasm.
That’s where the perfectly prepared towel comes in to – in one swoop – not only relieve the slave of his messiness, but to make even that final part of the experience wonderful and erotic, like a post-orgasm massage.
The warmth of the side of the towel that’s damp doesn’t make the slave react adversely at all when I press it against his balls. Quite the opposite, actually.
The damp but warm feeling on the underside of the testicles – where I begin because it sensitizes the prostate which men secretly love – is wholly welcomed and every single time I do it I can feel the whole body of the man reach a higher state of relaxation.
Apparently, cupping the lower part of the balls and touching the prostate through a warm damp towel is near orgasmic in itself. I’ve come to learn that only recently, in the last two years of being a Mistress.
There are areas of the male genitalia and how that area reacts to different stimuli that gosh, I could write a book on just that whole wonderful area in itself detailing all the techniques I’ve discovered that greatly enhance pleasure in my sessions.
Anyways, I come up and over the balls, then gripping the now flaccid shaft and running the damp towel up to but not touching the head just yet as it’s too sensitive.
Instead, once the dick is clean, I’ll use my fingers massaging through the damp towel into the pubic hair area , kind of curling and scraping my fingers up towards the belly button area … uh, kind of like a Zamboni on a hockey rink scraping up all the ice and laying down a coat of thin water behind. Aha see, you forgot I watch hockey didn’t you!!
So basically I’m giving a damp massage that starts at the prostate and finishes either at the belly button or even sometimes higher if the cum has shot that far up. Heck, I’ve had times where I’ve had to clean the face too but for that I’ll go and get a face cloth from the bathroom.
So the man, by my estimation, is feeling clean but a tiny bit damp and that’s when I flip the towel upside down and starting in reverse , so from the belly button and working my way back down, I’ll let the dry super warm underbelly of the towel “finish him off” and I say that because I do so in such a gentle massaging way that on many occasions, I’ve had the slave drifting deep into rem sleep by the time I reach his prostate once again.
Only on the way back down, once all the pleasure and sensitivity has drained out of his body, do I damp clean the head of the cock and then dry it off with the warm side of the towel … and the slave won’t even notice.
It just feels so damn good, and I’ll keep going down until the warmth of the towel is once again heating up his testicles and I’ll finish by lifting them both up ever so softly and pressing the edge of the warm towel under his balls coming to rest at his prostate … right at the 120 minute mark on the button.
Now, I’m a bit of a devil. I’ll admit that nothing excites me more than a submissive man who is at my mercy. A man who is completely spent, absolutely exhausted, and totally drained … who also happens to be tied up using my Japanese Shibari rope techniques which are comfortable yet totally inescapable … well sometimes if he’s handsome, that’s just too much for me to resist.
Now normally, I’m talking 90% of the time or even 95% of the time maybe, I’ll release him from his rope bondage ever so gently so as to not wake him … or if he’s not asleep, to not create any unnecessary emotion … to just let him lay back and let the sensation cover his body inside and out.
Then when he’s been released I’ll make my way to his head, rest it upon my lap and massage his face, temple, ears and hair in the most loving way I can … not the way I used to do it at the massage shop, but in a more tender caring way.
From there we’ll often talk for an hour or so – which is why I was so against having a 2nd session on the same night because it rushed things, and I’m all about that 100% re-booking rate so time was never an issue with me.
Behind the scenes, I was always using -first by hand, and then eventually by AI, charts, excel and tons of calendar notes to carefully keep track of my re-booking rate and it was always at or near 100%. The “head-Mistress” at the time had a 60% rate, so by my (awful) math … I knew that over time, like a decade, I’d have slowly developed the most powerful tool a Mistress can have at her disposal … absolute loyalty from a never ending list of submissive devotees.
Some of which … no, scratch that … a select few of which receive special, mind-blowing treatment from time to time. Should the timing be perfect, the mood aligned just so, and the gentleman prove delectably enticing in just the right frisky way … then that moment, when my hands return with the warm towel and brush against the prostate, transforms into the spark that ignites something smoldering, something irresistibly kinky and hot!
This is part of my secret middle-finger to all the sexpats that come here and look for the sex shops that offer “double-shots” , and no I’m not talking about tequila in a shot glass.
To me, the nerve of a man to demand a double-shot has always bothered me. See, the way I look at men and how they should be treated – I’ve always wanted to make a second cum shot the very last thing they would ever wish for when under my control.
In my world, the only way to do that is to drag them through hell and back for nearly three hours, put them into a deep sleep and just as they reach total relaxation – shock them out of it and begin the whole process all over again … but with a more aggressive sexual twist this time around.
To continue from here, we need to revisit the condition the man is in after two and a half hours of being teased and edged mercilessly, building up an eruption of cum that was then milked and milked until the balls are empty and aching. I followed that up with a warm towel clean ‘n massage where I’ve slowly over the course of thirty minutes have worked my way up from the underside of the testicles to the stomach and then slowly traversed the whole area back down again.
The result is either a totally content yet spent individual or the experience was so exhausting that he’s out cold snoring away happily.
Yet there I am, at the end of a 150 minute journey and I find myself once again at the most sexually exploitive spot on the man’s body – his prostate, but with him out cold, totally spent and bound so that he cannot move.
“To exhaust a man is to seize his will; to break his resistance is to make him yours. When strength is spent and the mind falters, his servitude is no longer a choice but a certainty.”
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Before I begin, let me put what I’m about to write into context for you. I’ve been a Mistress for a decade. In that time I’ve had about three thousand men bend the knee to me. From those three thousand I’ve done what I’m describing next at most, 5 times.
Yet a woman sometimes needs to indulge herself so here I go recounting what happened those four or five exceptions to the norm!
When I tie a man up, the style I do so very much depends on the length of time he will be in that position. For example, it’s great to be hog tied, but not for three hours.
My go-to position for a three hour tease & denial adventure is hands spread eagled allowing approximately six inches of movement in any direction, but to have the legs secured in a completely different way.
Yes, the feet are tied by the ankles and secured to the bottom corners of the bed but first the ankles and shins are tied to the man’s quad and hamstring area of the upper legs so that his heels are touching his buttocks, unable to be straightened. It feels uncomfortable, but it is a natural enough position that it can be endured all day if need be.
More importantly though is the tautness of the rope, which is spreading the knees apart. I will always loop a third rope around the bent knee area and secure both ends all the way under the bed or the mattress itself if the bed has no way to climb under.
This is to keep the knees from closing, and yet, it is such a delicate and time-consuming step to take because if pulled apart too far … especially for older inflexible gentlemen, the groin area gets stretched and it is quite painful.
Sidenote … in my more extreme HTS sessions, I will indeed stretch the knees far apart so the slave is in intense pain in the groin area which makes him grit his teeth and often open his mouth to yell … something which is needed on the occasions he might want to uh … not open his mouth lol. But we won’t get into that here.
Once the knees have been comfortably spread open – I have full access to the private area and the only thing left to do is prop the slave’s ass up on my super soft pillows so that the balls are elevated and exposed as opposed to hiding in the bed sheets.
Got the visual picture?
Good, it’s needed so you can “see” what I’m explaining next. Necessary because if you don’t see the ‘helpless man scenario’ in your eyes, your imagination will start taking off down the wrong road when I start talking about blowjobs and sex … the road of the girl getting fucked when it is very much the other way around.
See, as a Mistress, it is not in my dna any longer to get fucked by a man, I have absolutely no interest in “being banged” as the male population likes to so eloquently put it.
What I do have an unwavering interest in though is tormenting, using and abusing a man while he’s helpless to resist. It’s why I’m the premiere Mistress in the world when it comes to extreme HTS, but I use my “outside the box” techniques in other ways with slaves looking for such an experience.
Here, I’m talking about a hot guy that is totally spent, has no sexual energy left in him whatsoever and even worse – his balls have begun to ache in a way that he’s never experienced. Which – when I’m at my best, is my calling card if you will … making balls ache in a way that the guy has never experienced.
“Like a migraine headache, only the pain is originating from the middle of my balls” is the way it has been explained to me. “It hurts so much that it is physically impossible to walk without my knees bending inwards like I’ve just been kicked in the nards.”
I’m digging up quotes from the depths of my inbox!
I can’t relate, I’m only “an explorer in the further regions of experience” (name the movie!) , but I can say that a man experiencing such natural testicular pain (ie: not via cbt) is very hesitant about getting hard and doing it all over again.
So is it evil of me to once again start cupping and tugging at the under belly of those balls while they’re aching and simultaneously pressing that warm towel with ever increasing pressure all around the prostate area? You know – after 2.5 hours of torment … to even suggest another round is in store is evil incarnate, no?
A second shot is 2 or 3 hours away, and yet, the cock can’t help but start rise to attention once again – eternal servitude without any brain to speak of is such a bitch, ain’t it? And yet men always refer to the fact that they mistakenly listen to their little brain too often, when in fact there is no such brain in the first place, just a mindless servant to sexual stimulation, no matter how painful the outcome might be due to its relentless desire to ejaculate.
This time though I use negative reinforcement to oddly stimulate the guy’s cock and balls. Why? Because I’ve found that that area of the man’s body constantly needs to feel off-balance, like it has no idea what’s coming next, for only then will it remain the hardest it can possibly be.
Fuck this is why I need a book – because those of you who follow me and know my sexual theories and practices – know that with certain long time slaves I use the exact opposite technique to train the cock to become permanently flaccid!
When subjected to disappointment and only the most mundane of stimulations, uh like, having me just run my thumb in endless circles mostly on the over sensitive side of the head but every once in a while to quickly hit “the right spot” just under the head” before making it scream in disappointment again from the stimulation of the over-sensitized area … I can slowly train a cock to never ever get hard.
I don’t know why, but I get such a thrill out of putting a dick permanently out of its misery of constantly needing to get hard. It makes a man feel inept, worthless and sexually frustrated all the time to have his cock rendered useless and is a great – almost perfect set up, for cucking a guy.
Which is what I was just about to get into with slavebf – the guy I had been tormenting since 2020, since I stole him from Mistress J__ , and then fucking emotions got in the way – on his side, and that complicated things.
Apparently, cucking a guy after destroying the potency of his dick but also after stealing his heart … utterly destroys his soul. I had thought it was just a game, a whim, like a human experiment … but I have on video a couple of femdom interactions where I used this negative reinforcement technique to have my way with a slave … and ya, problems arose when he saw that video.
But I digress. I’m just pointing out to you that there are two ways to treat a cock … I can either use negative reinforcement to keep it perpetually hard and responsive to my actions, or I can make it permanently flaccid by using a different kind of negative reinforcement. One where I simply refuse to give it anything but the tiniest , briefest and most unfulfilling moments of stimulation … and do it ad nauseum until the cock learns that “that’s all it’s going to get so might as well be happy with it.”
Do you see what I mean though when I say that by treating one slave’s cock so poorly so as to destroy its functionality … while at the same time using severe erotic techniques to train another guy’s cock to be constantly rock hard and quivering in excitement … and then to fuck that other guy’s cock right in front of my destroyed boyfriend’s eyes … that is about the hottest thing I can possibly imagine.
That to me – is ultimate servitude, if a slave can withstand that. And fuck, I was almost there. It took 3 long years to train a dick to never get hard … and just as I was setting up the cucking part of it … fucking emotional breakdowns put the whole thing on ice … for now.
He knows he’s welcome back to serve me as my boyfriend full time – any time he wants. But he also knows that doing so means that he’s going to be cucked , humiliated and left to deal with his emotions silently as I demand happiness from anyone serving me.
He’s not ready to do that – not after seeing just how I use the rare individual to be my sex slave.
So what is “good” negative reinforcement? In regards to how I treat a slave’s cock?
Well firstly, I only use negative reinforcement after he’s received normal edging and teasing for 2-3 hours and is used to how my hand strokes, how my thumb circles, how my nails dig, how my other hand caresses, how I change both the tempo and pressure – constantly ; these are all things the dick has gotten used to.
I’ve learned this the hard way. I used to wake spent dicks up by trying to use the same techniques that just made it feel crazy horny for the past 2 hours only to have it go semi-soft over and over again. It’s like trying to start a stubborn lawnmower … the old ones with the pull string that you had to yank over and over to get the blades to start up and rotate.
Do you know where I got the negative reinforcement idea from? Yes, from a movie, duh … I know you know me by now and how easily influenced I am by film scenes.
I was watching The Empire Strikes Back – truly one of the only good Star Wars movies ever made … fuck, I would SO love to “Clockwork Orange” Kathleen Kenedy’s eyes open and make her watch over and over until her pupils dried up and wilted. Just to get it in her brain how to actually make a good movie.
But anyways, there’s a scene in the movie where Han Solo is trying to take off from Hoth the Ice Planet, but the Falcon won’t start up so he takes his fist and bangs the helm … or the computer … or whatever you call that’s running the ship and when he does so … the thing stays running instead of shutting down. Negative reinforcement!
Ok so let’s bring that concept all the way back to the slave I’ve just put to sleep with the moist hot towel treatment and there I am once again massaging his prostate and testicles until his cock rises to full attention.
Then I’ll just let go and let it bob back and forth in the wind. Haha, like there’s any wind in my condo. Perhaps we’re doing the session with him tied to a tree in the old west … at sundown. Nope, no wind, but he is bobbing back and forth wondering why the fuck he got woken up when there’s no fuel in the eggs down below?
The moment it starts to bend over and wilt … I slap the testicles with the back of my hand, real hard like. And I’ll grab the cock like I’m wringing the neck of a chicken, holding it in mid-air and saying out loud “don’t you fucking dare get soft, I’ll wreck your fucking balls if you do!”
I’ll then confuse and excite the fuck out of it with a whole different personality, like I”m the darker, malevolent alter ego Mrs.Hyde that’s come out to play.
Flicking and slapping the long sensitive side of the cock head, daring it to go soft and when it does just jack-hammering away with short violent strokes … more confusing negative reinforcement.
I’ll caress and maybe even let him see me slide my lipstick all over his left nut from the bottom up to the base of the cock while smiling at him as I leave a wet streak … and then slapping the very same testicle for him daring to look excitedly at me.
“Did I say you could fucking make eye contact with me?” stealing and ad-libbing a line from Louis Gosset Jr in An Officer and a Gentleman.
Roughly, I’ll insert a finger half way into his asshole, curl it upwards and begin the “come here” motion that drives him crazy … but slapping the shaft of his cock as it stiffens to punish it.
Stuff like that makes the cock and balls not only spring to life once again, but it makes the dick ever so hard … out of fear because the thing trembles.
Have you ever made your dick tremble? I don’t think it’s something you can do to yourself … but let me know if you have and how you did it please.
The best way to describe it is that the dick is pure red … is standing at full attention pointing due north at the belly button and quivers when I bring my hand near to it.
Like, quivers in anticipation. Think like the proximity sensor in Alien that makes a noise whenever a hand gets waved in front of it.
Only, Ash said it runs off of “micro changes in air density” whereas the guy’s quivering cock runs off of “micro changes in Mistress’s personality” , am I right? 🙂
“Fear. It’s a tough concept. But if someone fears you … they’ll do what you tell them to do. That’s straight out of The Godfather. It’s true.”
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At this point I’ll climb up the slave’s body , look him dead in the eye and say something like “you’ve got two more hours of this ahead of you, are you sure you want a second shot?” and I’ll fucking grab and twist his balls so that he carefully chooses his answer.
If he says “yes” he’ll get another five minutes of even more maniacal pleasure and pain …like I go into total Cenobite / Pinhead mode if he says yes. Eventually he’ll say no, which is the answer I want.
The second he yells out no with his balls being twisted into oblivion? That’s when I’ll slide down and take him whole in my mouth, one shot, right down until he’s balls deep in my throat and I’ll suck so hard all the way up, inch by inch so that he feels like his dick might separate from his balls at any moment.
I’ll pull my mouth off just 6 seconds later and in a feverish voice pant “that’s the fucking answer I want to hear, let me hear you say it again.”
“No.”
“No what?” I’ll ask while jerking him again, this time with tiny rabbit like strokes just under the head daring him to say the wrong thing again.
“No I don’t want to cum.”
And I’ll mount him. At that point my pussy will be hovering just over his quivering cock and my left hand will grab his hair trying to almost rip a bunch out of his scalp and into my fist while my right hand goes right for his neck.
When it latches onto his neck I’ll lean forward, putting all my weight on my wrist, daring him to try and wiggle out of it. Remember, his hands can’t move.
This is where my 2 years at Jiu Jitsu come in handy. From the mount position in Jiu Jitsu, to maintain the dominant top position in a fight, the hand go out on either side of the opponent’s head for balance while my legs shoot up under his knees pining the hips to the floor. I might suck at a lot of things in Jits, but if I ever get on top of someone, they can’t get me off, male or female. It’s the most fun move I’ve ever learned and I’ve practiced it so much that I’m ever so good at it. Lol, the only thing I’m good at is that move and the leg triangle.
But it’s relevant here because instead of sitting directly on top of him ready to fuck him … I’m bent way over, leaning all the way forward with my toes pointing to the ceiling , shooting up through the bend in his knees.
Like this:
Only it’s not a fight, I’m about to use him sexually, so instead of my non-base hand grabbing under the head, it’s clamping down with a straight arm and all my weight onto his neck.
Basically … “I’m going to fuck you, and you might not survive it … depending on how long it takes me to cum.”
And that’s what I’m saying that “I fuck men” and I don’t mean in a sexy way … I mean, it’s totally touch and go and up to you if you want to survive it.
Want to breathe again? Fine, help me cum quickly.
Only, I’m going to make that really hard for you because the hornier I get … the more I’ll slide down onto the slave’s cock, and the more he’s inside me the harder I’m going to slap the fuck out of his face.
So there’s this “oh, so you want to be inside me huh? Ok , well your face is going to pay for every inch it slips in.”
That prevents the slave from thrusting his hips up to “bang me” from the bottom. Do that … and guaranteed broken nose.
Thus, the game begins with me seeing how long he can stand being just one inch inside of me as I’ll lower myself down until only the had has penetrated my pussy and I’ll just slowly fuck the head of his cock , letting him feel the intense head making his head throb.
That’s when he’ll get his first warning slap. About 3 or 4 , all with my right hand. Not that hard, but doing so takes a bit of pressure off his throat so he usually spends those precious 2 seconds gasping for air.
Now, he’ll either clue in and let me sink another inch deeper onto his cock or he’ll do the foolish thing and raise his hips to help himself deeper.
Most clue in , out of total fear, to not raise their hips. And I’ll let my judgement take over as to how quickly to lower myself onto his throbbing dick , monitoring two things at the same time.
One, his airflow, because I don’t ever want a David Carradine situation on my hands so my orgasm can’t be a long drawn out thing. Also, if I did make it a long drawn out thing, it wouldn’t feel in the end so much like I’ve just used him , briefly, for a moment. It’s be a sex thing, and this is all about making him feel like I’ve used him …or his dick to be exact … as a toy, like a vibrator or a dildo , for my amusement.
Secondly, I’m trying to gauge whether or not he has enough fuel in the tank for another eruption. Given that this is a 60 second fuck, at most, there’s little chance of such a quick second orgasm on his part but still, it’s something I have to monitor.
I can’t tell by the eyes though because when desperately struggling for air, the face and eyes don’t give away an impending orgasm so readily. They instead look very much like Arnold Schwarzenegger’s face on Mars in the movie Total Recall.
With every inch I descend onto his cock, I start getting naturally hornier and hornier and I’m like the 20 second girl when I get into that mode. Easily bringing myself to an orgasm in 20 seconds or less if that’s wall I was going for.
But it gets extended to a minute or so because the more he’s inside of my the more I punish him by slapping the fuck out of him – continually now, snapping his face back and forth left and right and I’ll even throttle the neck more so at this point to give him the total feeling of being used and abused at the same time.
I’ll cum. Quickly, violently, and then I’ll quickly dismount and leave him there … walking away to take a long shower.
Well, sadly … to talk away to take a long shower because I have nobody to cuck at the moment, unless slavebf comes back to finish his training.
Would it be that I had a slave to cuck well then :))
At that moment I’d dismount, walk over to the slave I’m cucking, the one who’s dick it took 2 years to make flaccid, and let him use a similarly prepared towel as to the warm moist one I described and let him clean MY whole area from my buttocks up to my stomach.
I’d absolutely love to have a “clean-up boy” like that at my beck and call.
To me, that’s the perfect power exchange scenario. To simultaneously use two men at the same time but having both men provide totally opposing yet similarly frustrating roles.
It goes so much deeper than that, but it’s why I have to write a book and get all these concepts of female domination out there for all to read. For now, that’s enough prose for one post don’t you think?
Hope you enjoyed reading, let me know in your messages your thoughts on being used like that. Too much? Too “outside the box?”
For most, probably, but that’s how deep this runs in my mind, I just wanted to give you a taste of it.
Oh and let me know if you like bush or no bush on my pussy shots 🙂 See ya.