“Don’t forget now,” warned Mistress, as she pumped powerfully into me from the other end. “This is MY Slut-boy here. I make the rules! Whatever you do to him – or make him do to you – he never, ever, EVER gets to come. That’s rule number one!”
“Okay,” agreed Alyssa immediately. “But why?”
“Because until now, the only thing approaching s****l pleasure that Slut-boy here ever gets to experience is when I bathe him, or beat him. And by those things I control him. He never, EVER gets to touch himself. I wash his c**k for him, and I do it so slowly: scrubbing the sensitive head of his erection over and over again, squeezing and stroking up and down the soapy-slippery shaft until he’s practically out of his MIND. But I always stop just before he can ejaculate, or if I misjudge, I clamp it off
