Submission to Mistress Sofia

Oath to Mistress Sofia

 

At the same time, he didn’t want to risk fucking up and losing a rare chance to cum. Mistress’s Chastity Games were in effect. Padlock and key in hand, I gently removed the metal device from him. Freeing cock and balls in one fluid movement. His large and straining erection was majestic and immediate. Not even my involuntary laughter could quell that monster. His back arched a little at feeling the room’s cool air on his sensitive and needy penis, as if freedom alone was enough to stimulate him to climax.

“Fucking the air, slave? God… you’re really fucking desperate this time aren’t you!”

“Yes, Mistress of Chastity. Please… I…”

He didn’t know exactly how to finish that sentence. Instead, he wisely chose to clamp his lips shut so he couldn’t ruin his chance. I knew the fact I’d left his underwear on and simply pulled half-down his legs would add to his sense of exposure and vulnerability.

Mistress’s Chastity Games: Unlocking Desire

“Shhh… do try to relax. You know this won’t happen again for a long time. Make the most of it.”

Shuffling in so the front of my body was flush against his side, I hitched my skirt up so I could bring my leg up over his erect, bouncing cock. My lacy stocking top showed, and the seductive visual followed by the sensation of the lace. Traveling over his sensitive stiff shaft and frenulum made his eyes roll up into his head and then flicker shut. The noises that escaped his mouth were glorious.

Mistress’s Chastity Games continued for a few moments. Until I was sure he couldn’t take another second or else those balls would release their pent-up frustration. I held my head up with one arm studying his face as I continued. Bringing my leg back down, away from him, and relishing his distressed moans, my other hand reached for his cock. He had opened his eyes when the stimulation from my lace stocking tops left him, and so glanced at my hand reaching for his penis. The thought of me giving him a hand-job elicited another whimper and back-arch.

Instead, I teased with just the lightest touch of my fingertips. I let my cool finger pads gently trail up his, by now admittedly magnificent cock. I admired the contrast of my manicured nails against his desperate, tortured dick. Moving down to his full-to-bursting balls, my smoothly rounded nails dragged over the taut surface. His needy whimpers and yelps reached their peak.

The Art of Control; Mistress’s Chastity Games

Using only the very lightest, barely-there touches. My nails traveled up his hard shaft and down again to his balls, which were high and ready. It was almost time to complete Mistress’s Chastity Games. He’d done well to restrain himself and he was going to be rewarded.

Kneeling up and then leaning over him I moved my face close to his ready penis. My smooth fingernails moved away from his balls to just underneath, with the gentlest touches against his perineum. Undoubtedly he could scarcely believe his luck as my mouth approached his impatient cock. Was his Mistress of Chastity really going to?

Stifling a laugh against his redundant hopes, I simply blew gentle breaths over his exposed cock-head. Being so close I could see his balls readying themselves for the release. Just three more hot breaths from his Mistress’ cruel mouth directly on his strained frenulum was all it took.

Lessons from Mistress Sofia

During Mistress’s Chastity Games, he let out a divine and lengthy wail and I moved my head up just in time. My hand quickly left his taint to capture those hot, thick streams of jizz. Which coated my hand in months of his pent-up need. He bucked and thrashed, desperately trying to get some direct contact with something. Some stimulation instead of the uncontrollable escape of jizz without anything touching his cock. But it was no use. He came without me touching him at all, just from a few hot breaths, into my waiting cupped hand.

“Oh, slave. What an absolute mess you’ve made! It’s a good job your tongue’s already had a workout today because now you’re going to have to lick my hand completely clean as well. Clean and ready to lock you up again.”

The realization of what had just happened finally hit him, jolting him out of any post-orgasmic haze. He was racked with muted sobs, the tears flowing freely down his face as I put my sticky hand to his mouth demanding clean-up. I’m not entirely heartless though. After Mistress’s Chastity Games, I planned to let him suck on my saturated panties while I locked him back up.

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