So, when "Charlie" and I got together for a session, he was happy to oblige my every whim as always. So, I commanded him to strip...and he did. I commanded him to lay down with legs spread apart...and he did. Charlie is good like that. I blind folded him and then chained him to the bed. I could hear his breathing becoming heavier. He was excited and anxious.
There he lay...bound, helpless and completely under my control. Those few simple words I just mentioned get my adrenaline going. I ran my leather clad hands over his body - up and down, up and down until he couldn't take it anymore. Then I switched over to the leather glove with spikes. I'm not sure which one of us enjoyed it more. It was time for some teasing and with my black latex glove and lots of lube, I began to stroke him slowly bringing him to the edge...and then I left him laying there and walked away to get some things done that needed tending to. Every so often, I'd return to bring him to the edge again and then walk away to do what I needed to get done. I could see the agony I was creating...the arching of his back, the gasping breath, the begging for his release. Not a chance on that last one. This went on for at least two hours. And after making him beg and plead some more, I brought him to full ejaculation...it was Old Faithful right before my eyes.
The power and control I hold over someone like "Charlie" is a turn on for me...as well as for someone similar in his place.
Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia
your Mistress NextDoor
