My Oily Ass on His Face Makes Him Cum — Oil Face Sitting & CEI | Mistress Mercy Rage

The first thing he did when he walked in was exactly what she told him to. Head shaved. Face shaved smooth. She gave the order before the session and he arrived prepared — because that's what good boys do. They follow instructions before the session even begins. She had plans for that head. Specific, deliberate, premeditated ones. In the dungeon, she produces a container of oil and tips it slowly over his face and head. She's in no rush. She watches the oil coat him — run down the sides of his skull, settle into every plane and surface. She likes the look of it. The way it changes him. The way it makes him glisten. "We're going to play slip-n-slide today," she tells him. Her voice carries the casual amusement of someone who has already decided how this ends and is simply giving the slave the play-by-play. It's a reward, she explains — a special one, for being a good boy. He's been good. He's earned something from her. She wants him to understand that before she gives it to him. She takes his head by the ears and pulls him to the edge of the bench. Positions him exactly where she wants him — no negotiation, just placement. Then she sits. Her ass finds his oiled face and the result is immediate. She slides across him with a smoothness that looks as good as it sounds — the oil does exactly what it was brought here to do, creating a frictionless surface between her body and his. She rides his face with slow, intentional movements, savoring each glide.  He is rock hard. That fact is not hidden from the camera and she makes no effort to conceal it. It's part of what's happening here. She decides she wants him to cum. She tells him so, directly, while she continues riding. He reaches down and begins to stroke while she grinds — and at the same time she tells him to stick his tongue out. She wants to feel him rim her while she rides. She wants both happening simultaneously: the stroking, the rimming, the face riding, all at once. He delivers. He follows instructions when it counts, and right now it counts. Her ass on his oiled face. Her voice in his ear. The combination has a way of making things happen. He announces it — he's about to cum — and then he does. It crosses his body all the way up to his chest. She keeps moving on his face after, taking her time, because she's not in any rush to stop something she was clearly enjoying. Then she handles the cleanup. She scoops up what he produced and brings it directly to his mouth. She's matter-of-fact about this part. "A good slave eats his own cum," she tells him, in the same even tone she uses for all her instructions. She checks his cock for anything left behind and feeds that to him as well. All of it. Thorough. "If you're a good boy," she says, "I'll let you cum once a month like this. "Once a month. She presents this as the generous and clearly-defined arrangement it apparently is. He should feel lucky. And he does. She would let him kiss her ass now — but his face is covered in cum, and she doesn't do slave cum. Not on her skin. She tells him to wait there until she needs him again, and then she walks out of the room. The door stays open. She simply leaves. This is what a reward looks like when you've genuinely earned something from Mistress Mercy Rage. Monthly. If you're lucky. If you're good.