Denial and Humiliation: He Watches Me Take What He Never Can

Denial, Humiliation, And Him

He’s right where he belongs—on his knees at my feet, cock already aching and leaking against his thigh. I’ve let him wait, twenty minutes or more, while I scroll through my phone and tease him with photos, screenshots, a taste of what he’ll never have unless I allow it. The denial and humiliation are a big part of what makes his cock ache. I snicker as I tilt the screen toward him, showing off a thick, dark, veiny cock—a BBC that makes his look like a toy for my amusement. I’ll take that later, after I finish playing with him—and he knows it. I didn’t even let him speak. I put the phone away, curl my fingers under his chin, and tilt his face up so he stares at my cleavage. He was close enough to taste, but never without permission, and he wants to touch them—I can see it in his eyes. There is so much cum that needs to be released.

Driven To Madness While A BBC Fills Me

It’s too bad for him. He gets to look, to smell, maybe to lick my fingers if he begs enough. He doesn’t get to fuck me, and he doesn’t get to cum unless I say so. Tonight, I’m not even sure if I’m in the mood yet or not. I am the Mistress of Temptation. Denial and humiliation are what I live for.  I lean to one side, sliding one foot between his spread out knees, pressing my heel just enough against his balls to make him wince. I don’t press harder—yet. This is just a reminder of how easily I could if I wanted to.  I command him to edge himself for me, while I watch him think about how deep that other cock will stretch me out. I make him tell me how desperate he is, how much he wants to please me, and every time he gets close, I force him to stop—only when I say so, only if he begs. Leaning forward, letting one of my breasts brush against his forehead, I know he’s drowning in my perfume. I’ll never let him taste unless he earns it. The denial and humiliation are taking over; I can see it all over his face.  If I choose, I’ll call him over right now and have him fuck me while my boyfriend watches, forced to jerk off to the sound of my moans. That’s the choice I always give him—watch, ache, obey.

Helpless And Hard While Being Overcome By Denial

He’s still on his knees. I haven’t moved my foot, but I shift my weight, the heel pressing just a little harder against his balls. He whimpers. Precum already beads at the tip of his cock. I can see the wetness spreading on his boxers.  He’s so greedy for both pain and pleasure, always desperate for whatever crumbs I offer; The kind of desperation that will have you ready to confess to any forbidden confessions that may be lingering within, just to be able to have a taste.   I step back, letting him breathe for a moment, before sitting on the edge of the bed. I spread my legs, just enough for him to see the damp curve of my thighs, the lace between them. My panties stay on—for now. He can look, but that’s all. His face shows his rejection. I order him to take his cock out and stroke it—slow, just how I like to watch him squirm. He obeys, struggling with his pants, finally freeing himself. His hand wraps around his big, hard cock.

His Release Forbidden As I Make Him My Cuck

My voice is a threat when I tell him to look at me. He obeys, and I watch his hand move. I make him confess what he wants most, which is always me, and I am always and will always be out of reach. He always wants to touch me, to taste me, to have what he can’t. The words tremble on his lips, but I never let him finish. I always know what he wants. The denial and humiliation have filled him deep to the core with so much cum.  He wants to cum, and I always know it before he admits it. But he can’t—not until I say. I let my mind wander to other, bigger pleasures, and I make sure he knows it.

His Denial And Humiliation Grew As I Stretched And Satisfied Myself

I flash my phone again, showing him that same thick, dark cock, almost impossibly big, gripped in a strong hand. I let my boyfriend know I’m thinking about how deep that cock will go, how it’ll fill me up in ways he never could, no matter how much he begs. His hand stutters. A drop of precum beads at his tip. I snap at him not to stop, but to go slower, my eyes locked on his. I want him to admit how hard it makes him, knowing I’ll take another man tonight, knowing I’ll cum while he’s still here, still desperate, still aching for me. Of course, he admits it, shame burning hot in his chest even as his cock throbs for me. I let a satisfied smile show on my lips, stepping in to press my heel harder into his balls, just to see him gasp and squirm for me. He’s so close—I can see every bit of his desperation in his eyes. The denial and humiliation are what I live for!

Surrendering Through Denial And Humiliation

A single command from me, and he pulls his hand away, obeying instantly, the ache of denial written all over his body. His cock twitches, leaking and desperate, untouched. I make him lick his fingers, tasting his own desperate need while I watch with delight. Such an embarrassment.  He obeys again. He’ll never forget who owns him. I do, Claudia – Your Mistress of Temptation – call me if you’re pathetic enough to.

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