Edge Of Insanity! Part 10: The Mean Massage 💦🍆 To say that ..

Edge Of Insanity! Part 10: The Mean Massage 💦🍆 To say that I was annoyed was an understatement. Here I was, thinking that after nine insanity inducing edging sessions, my pet was finally making the kind of breakthrough in self control that I deserve! That after nine sessions of nonstop stroking, sucking, edging, teasing and denying, he was finally finding his true sexual discipline - The kind of endurance that would finally allow me to stroke him nonstop without EVER having to worry about him cumming without my permission again. But it seems in the final minutes of his previous training session, I discovered that I was wrong about this… Perhaps it was silly of me to think that he could handle what I had did… When I had him tied on his knees, grasping his long, thick trembling shaft, while laying on my back and lifting my feet onto his face. There, I crossed my soles mere inches from his lips while I edged him. There, I slowly planted my remarkably soft, unspeakably delicious arches right into his lips while I lightly pumped his dick. As he kissed the delicate wrinkles in the centre of my perfect arch, I could feel his love and dedication for me, but I could also feel the load beginning to surge through his helpless cock. In that brief moment, what was to be his greatest breakthrough, almost turned into his greatest failing, as it took only less than a minute of this wonderful gift I was giving him, to break him, and through failed words or overwhelming pleasure he said it: “I can’t. I’m going to cum!” As I said, “Annoyed” doesn’t explain how I felt… How I still feel. It seems my sex slave needs a little reminder of just how important it is for him to keep progressing in his training. Steps backwards will not be tolerated, and will come with a cost, as he’s about to find out tonight… His edging session tonight will go back to the mean, evil basics. I am going to trace my skilled fingertips over the broken, hypersensitive, overactive nerve endings of his body - But NOT his cock. His cock needs a reminder that it must be better for me if it wants these hands and lips wrapped around it. I’m going to use my long, sharp, beautiful nails, to trace every single nerve ending on his helpless skin, until the fire of need consumes every bit of what little is left of his sanity! And as you’re about to see, it will. This massage, this soft, gentle, explorative, mean massage, will have him drooling. And as I look down in annoyed frustration at my frantic sex slave, incoherent bubbles of delight rolling out of him, mouth literally hanging open in mentally broken delight, I will show him no mercy. While I work my magic on his desperately horny flesh, he even tells me that which I already know: “That I’m amazing.” And he implores me to “wreck him” as if he thinks this will earn some favour from me? Poor husband of mine, he actually thinks this flattery will get him somewhere tonight… It won’t. ⛔️ By the time I’m done with his helpless, desperate body, the thought of regaining any of his sexual sanity will be nothing but a faint, distant memory. To Be Continued… xoxo -Gwen 👸🏻