#datsme Anyone Who Wants To Collar Me Better Have A Super Sadistic And Strong Side To Them. But I Also

Never Let Him Touch His Penis

This is a rule I strictly enforce. He has adapted over time so that he can wear his chastity device at all times now so I keep it locked on him unless I play with him. I’m not as strict as some women when it comes to rationing his orgasms.

I generally only make him wait seven to fourteen days between releases. However, I am very strict in how he has that orgasm. I never give him the slightest chance to masturbate on his own.

Before his chastity device is removed, he is restrained very well. Whether I fuck him, use my hand, or just tease and deny him is purely my choice and I never tell him in advance what I am going to do to him. He is helpless and just along for the ride. It is locked back on every time before releasing him from the restraints.

The reason I do it this way every time is because I want to ensure he isn’t thinking about some random woman when he feels the pleasure, but is thinking about me personally. I want him conditioned to lust for and be obsessed with only me.

He has to look at me the whole time. He can’t close his eyes or look away from me or I will stop touching him. If he isn’t looking me directly in the eye when he orgasms, he will wait longer for release the next time.

His pleasure and orgasms belong to me as much as his body does and I enjoy the intimacy doing it this way creates. Watching the pure pleasure on his face when he ejaculates followed by the look of gratitude he feels for me afterwards makes it exciting for me.

I have promised my pet husband that I will ensure he never again has an orgasm on his own. I love the fact that he is sexually helpless without me.

Perfect posture!

Rope and Photo = ropegeek; model = patronsaintofthetotallyfucked

Yes mistress.

Denied once more

You may have thought my ways of teasing and denying you from afar were finite.

That was before I made you Facetime me while you were in one of your very important video conferences. One where you needed to look dapper, be switched on and contribute your valued opinion. One where you were required to focus and concentrate on the matter at hand. One where you couldn’t afford to let your mind wander, to be distracted.

In short, a perfect setting for me to demonstrate what tease and denial can mean.

And so I offered you a quick and silent FaceTime call to show you my freshly painted nails. How could you not? How could you ever turn that offer down? Of course you couldn’t. Of course you would accept the call, place your phone ever so carefully against the side of your laptop screen, and go about your work call.

Or would you?

For when the call opened and I smiled at you, were you really able to not look?

What were the odds of you concentrating on solving a professional problem when you saw my feet on your screen? When I showed you my toes, the ones you so love to lick, to suck, to smell and to taste? I saw exactly what was happening to you. I saw you part those beautiful slutty lips of yours, the ones I have seen do unimaginable things, in desire. Your eyes widened, darted away from the laptop, onto the phone screen. They pleaded with me to show you more in ways that didn’t need for words. As I moved ever so slightly in front of the camera, I granted you a glimpse of my body barely covered in a robe. And then covered in the thick and heavy want in your eyes, darting back and forth between screens.

So I smiled, placed my finger on my lips in a secret ob you and I share, and mouthed “Do you want to see more?”, lasciviously writhing in the sheets, as if that really was a question. As if what you just saw wasn’t enough on any day, let alone during a work call.

I know your face and I know your expressions. And I could tell then that your subtly raised eyebrows and the clenched jaw was your best effort at not losing your professional front. How does a man nod vigorously and say “yes please” without moving? You managed, it’s just one of your many talents.

“You’re in for a treat” I promised and got up, phone in hand. My robe open, revealing the curve of my breasts as I walked along the corridor, watching you talk to your client. I mustn’t distract you. Only I will! Keep on talking, my boy, keep on being the professional you are, while I placed the phone on the bathroom vanity, facing the shower. Keep negotiating terms, my boy, as I sensually traced the lines of my body with my dark red fingernails before letting the robe slip off my shoulders. As I stood naked before you and watched you stutter mid sentence.

There was no need for you to explain or show me what you were going through in that moment. I knew you were rock solid, twitching and dripping a mess onto your stomach. Watching your lips move, forming sentences full of professional jargon as opposed to the many versions of “fucking hell” that you would normally utter, I stepped into the shower and soaped my body, washed in all the places your tongue so eagerly licked. Were you concentrating, my boy? For the look on your face had since lost its polite professionalism.

Your eyes followed as the water jet rinsed my skin off the lather first, then was guided lower, to my most intimate of places. Keep listening to your client, boy! Don’t mind me pleasuring myself as the sounds of surprise and desire rolled over my tongue.

Frustration at how you cannot give me your utmost attention now plainly visible on your face, I made sure you got a good view of my hands moisturising my body. We both knew it should have been your hands. We both imagined they were. But while I was able to fully commit to this image, you were forced to let it slip away again and again as you answered queries on your call.

I can do better than that, boy. If you thought there and then this was the end of my tease, you were wrong. For then I placed my phone on the floor, to show you exactly what you would be seeing from the position you so naturally inhabit, when you so willingly give in to the magnetic pull of the floor beneath me.

And as you finally ended your work call, only to immediately sink onto your knees and give me all of your focus, I smiled and nodded and waved you goodbye, too, leaving you to your own devices. Denied once more.

You know now that teasing is way more than touching and that not being able to fall into the subspace of the moment is as much denial as not getting to orgasm.

You know now that I own every aspect of it.

This is why a need a mommy in my life. I wanna be your good little feminized boy for you mommy.

feminization is literally the best. like, i’m taking away your masculinity and i’m the only one that can give it back to you- you’re completely at my will. i could make you clean the house, be my footrest, sit on the floor to eat- and then, edge you for hours and hours until i think you deserve to finish :)))))

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Public service announcement:

EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT SCENE WAS HOT!