The Uncomfortable Mistress Inspection: Tease & Denial ♕

The Uncomfortable Mistress Inspection: Tease & Denial

I summon you to stand before Me for your monthly up close, uncomfortable Mistress inspection.  I order you to remove the torture device I have you wear, though you take it off with ease now. After all, you must remove it twice daily for My mandatory morning and before bed wanks, not to satisfaction, of course, but just until the edge, then stop. To My satisfaction. Your uncomfortable inspection will begin now. The skin shows signs of drying from where you have doused it with bags of ice to return to the chastity cage. As a result, I will add moisturizing cream to your twice-daily rides to the Edge for Me.

That’s how thoughtful your Mistress is.  You stand with your head down, blushing and naked, with goosebumps all over your body on My tiled bathroom. I like uncomfortable inspection of you in this way. So thorough but clinical. I trample joyfully over your pride and self-respect and devour your masculinity as if it were nothing more than a cookie with My morning coffee. The only intimacy is the complete invasion of your senses.

As I start the inspection, My leather-gloved hand roves over your body.  I tweak your pierced nipples with the little pink rings I’ve had installed in you for many years now. I remember how you hated that they showed underneath your work shirt. That’s why I insisted you cover them under your clothes with a lovely little lacy bra. The pinching makes you emit the slightest whine, but your cock rises from where it is already horizontal to even more of a salute. You know you are to stay silent through this entire procedure or risk punishment or loss any chase of releasing this mouth.

I carefully, finger by finger, remove the glove for your uncomfortable Mistress inspection.

So I let it fall to the floor. You will bring it back to Me after the inspection between your teeth as you crawl back to My feet. Curved, manicured red talons are revealed and sparkle under the harsh bathroom light. You shudder, and I smile. Yes, you know what’s coming, don’t you? My sweet. My nails travel over your stomach and tease you for a moment before the lightest, briefest enclosure of My hand envelops your stiff, throbbing member for only one pulse’s worth, then I move My hand away. It is all you can do to remain standing upright.

I can tell you’ve been good this month as you bite your cheek with need. You desire his magic hands, don’t you? The uncomfortable Mistress inspection.  I like that. Your pain has always been my pleasure. My hand finally comes around to cup your painfully heavy, full, tight balls. They have a slit blue shine to them, and they are completely engorged. I squeeze first gently, then firmer, to decidedly painful. My nails press against the smooth waxed skin there, the smoothness only highlighting the veins and weight of your almost bursting nut sack. I press further, pushing you, pressing deep into you, so you feel I will break the skin’s surface at any moment. My grip twists where I have you pinned, adding to the already aching pain in your balls and My cunt.

I stare at you till you dare look at Me.

You know I love to see your expression. Your face would be blank to anyone else, but I know you so well I can see the tell-tale signs of you nearing your limit of your uncomfortable Mistress inspection. Cheeks sucked in, lips chewed from the inside, turmoil behind the eyes, struggling to remain silent. I bend at the waist, still holding on with a vice-like grip. I lightly blow on the now uncovered, shiny tip of that desperate, teased, and denied cock. It failed last month, too, so that’s two months without a release now, just daily torture.

Then I hear it. “Mistress, please….”
I stand in a straightened position with your uncomfortable inspection over. My eyes gleamed with victory as they meet yours again. Yours now have tears in them, about to fall and flow freely. I smile. “That’s another fail, slut. You know the penalty for not keeping silent.”  I hand you back the chastity cage, leaving you a naked, sobbing mess on the floor. As I leave, the click-clack of My heels on the tile disintegrates your last remnants of any hope for release this month. Maybe you’ll do better next time, slut.

Want your own uncomfortable Mistress inspection? Call me.