Masturbating in boots
So you came home from work today. You did not wear what I had prescribed. I caught in the bathroom! You were supposed to wear my dirty panties to work today. I know how embarrassed that makes you but the act of you donning my pussy juice against your genitals gives me great pleasure during the day. When you decide to disobey, I must take action. After all, your existence is for my pleasure and has little to do with what makes you happy.
So, I am standing outside the bathroom door holding the panties you were supposed to wear. You have let me down in a big way. I can see from the look on your face that you know you’re going to get it good from me. You can tell by the way my eyes glare at you and the way my tongue is rolling over my lips. I get very horny at the prospect of bringing you discomfort. It is my mission in life.
So I make you sit in a chair. I take the scissors and trim the fly out of your crotch so that you are fully exposed to me. You wince a little. It feels good, but the terror of not knowing what I am going to do next makes your balls shrink a little.
I take the dirty panties and bind your balls to your prick. Because they tried to ascend it is slightly discomforting but you relish this pain on so many levels and you want more. The sweat beads on your upper lip as you beg me with your eyes to touch the swelling member that grows with every pull of the panty. I tighten and start to bind your legs to the chair. I tie your arms straight jacket style so that the palms of your hands are resting on the top of your dick. Oh this make squirm. You want my pussy, my mouth even the fucking heated bread dough I sometimes make you fuck.
You’ll do anything. And then you see your torture.
I come from my room wearing the black thigh high boots and nothing else. I sit on a stool that is strategically placed far enough away from you so that you can see my movements, yet close enough for you to smell my pussy. Oh, the scent of it drives you insane. I give you an evil grin as I sit on the stool and spread my legs. My long fingers do a delicate dance over my clit as I tell you how now I have to masturbate again because you have let me down. Your cock is painfully hard and I wish to touch it but you know it won’t happen. Because once I start…I never stop.
Athena


