Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220
I really liked seeing my submissive slave lying there on the floor. He had been so good for me, taking everything I was unleashing on his poor body. Red and swollen all over. My handprints littered his skin, red welts that shone in the light from the sweat on his skin. It had been a long session, he knew I needed to release upon him. And I love a submissive bitch that lets me do everything I need to do. His whimpers were music to my ears, he was crying like he had never before. Made me smile looking at him tied up and gagged.
This submissive had done his duty.
I felt like he had done his job beautifully. Nobody like him existed, nobody wanted to toe the line of morality like he did. That deserved a reward, at least in my mind. How often had he ever gotten a reward? Almost never. Bitches like him did not need rewards, or even want them. But I can be nice sometimes. So I knelt down, my knees on either side of his legs, squeezing them together, making sure his balls were pinched a little between his legs. My hand grabbed his little cock without any warning.
His moans filled the room even more, an air of desperation surrounding him. I rubbed my hand up and down his cock, making sure to cover every inch of skin on it. My fingers felt his sweat as lube, making him struggle against the restraints. His toes curled as he felt the pleasure begin to course through his veins, a sensation I never gave him. It was new to him, fresh and mysterious. The lids of his eyes squeezed shut as my finger rubbed lightly along the tip of his cock. I knew he would explode any moment.