Morning Routine, His Punishment

Description: This week, bitchboy was strung up by his elbows— arms wrenched tightly behind his back, elbows pulled high toward the ceiling until his shoulders burned. completely helpless. completely mine. i unlocked his little cage… slipped on my gloves… and reminded him exactly why: he doesn’t even deserve my bare skin. losers get barriers. losers get distance. losers never get me. i teased him, stroked him just enough to make him twitch, and landed a few sharp hits to his balls—each one making him gasp through clenched teeth. and when i’d had my fun? i gave him his “release.” a ruined, pitiful orgasm that left him whimpering in frustration. unfortunately for him, his pathetic little mess landed on my feet. and that… couldn’t go unpunished. let’s just say his aftercare wasn’t exactly gentle.