I let you linger under ass, close enough to breathe me hairy pussy. close enough to feel the warmth of my body while my fingers slowly stroked your desperate cock.
You were trembling. I could feel it.
All those months of control and teasing had left you starving for attention, and now your Mistress was finally touching you the way you had been dreaming about. My stockinged thighs tightened around you as I leaned forward, letting you believe this moment.
I slowly lowered myself and began to ride you, my hips moving in a slow, controlled rhythm. The black panties sliding against my curves, the sheen of my stockings catching the light as I moved. You felt the heat of my body, the movement, the closeness you had been denied for so long. Your hands twitched, desperate to touch, but you knew better. You knew the rules. You belonged exactly where you were beneath me, helpless, waiting for permission. I made you beg for it.
I watched your face carefully as I moved, keeping the rhythm steady, keeping you right on the edge. My stockinged legs tightened slightly, my hips slowing just enough to make you ache for more. The black panties were getting wet from excitement.
You silently begged, I felt you asking for permission to cum. For a moment... just a moment... I let you believe you would finally get what you needed. Your body trembled with excitement, and spasms filled your body every time. Mistress controlled you and teased you.
There is only obedience.
You watch that final moment slip away under my complete control, you understand exactly what you are to me a toy, a servant, a man who exists only to be pushed to the edge and held there.
Enough games, your hand slides faster and faster over your cock, you try to escape from under my ass, but you're unable to. Orgasm is just a moment away, but you're already running out of oxygen. You couldn't believe you'd already come, you didn't even notice how your body weakened. Feeling only my continued stroking of your cock, the sensations are unpleasant, but you can't resist my desires.
Your Mistress decides when pleasure begins…
