DESPERATE AND DENIED

Description: I sit comfortably, poised, teasing my slave g. my boy kneels: he is collared, naked and with his nose held as close to my controlling feet and shoes as he is able – he is adoring, challenged by my perfection. i will take full advantage of this for my amusement and i intend to treat slave g to “…a cruel, tormenting predicament.” my boy, overwhelmed by proximity to my sacred feet, is blithely unaware and absorbed in a world of pleasure that i will now disrupt entirely for my own ends. i prove my slave’s weakness and utterly vulnerable state by asking him how my feet smell. immediately my boy breathes heavily and pants out the answer “simply wonderful, miss anna!!” i expected no less from my slave g, my shoe and foot devotee… …i hold the leash in my world and it is currently attached to the collar that slave g wears. i dictate that the shoes that he loves will now be taken away from him, purely at my whim. i stand, order my boy to kneel up and i cause my boy to whimper at the prospect of worshipping my armpits. the aroma drives my boy to deeper levels of obedience and i tease him, causing his apparent poise to be ripped apart as he declares that he “…would do anything, miss anna…” simply to delight in my beauty and power. i have my boy sniff deeply and slave g turns beetroot red with joy, desperation, desire and dreams that are at least partly realised for some moments. i laugh at my slave’s desperation, the power that i have and the slave’s throbbing cock. “no!! no more…” i let slave g down rapidly and impose my will, pushing the slave’s nose lower, down to my bare ass. my lucky boy is lost, controlled, following my every demand and he kneels lower searching for every drop of fresh sweat from my body. the slave’s sighs become high-pitched as his nostrils fill with yet another aromatic feast from his mistress “…divine, miss anna!!!” he yells as his ragged breathing betrays his mental state – approaching that of a submissive puddle. i continue to ramp up the pressure, holding my slave’s head to my body as his noisy breathing increases and he gulps the air that i give him. i work his brain over, shaping his thoughts and i encourage my boy to tease himself mentally to “…show how desperate you can be for me.” i relent, only to take my ease, have my slave kneel up and provide me with access to my cock. i grip slave g’s hardness and manipulate him, looking into his eyes until he flinches away, admitting that he is “…very excited…” having not been permitted an orgasm for seven whole days. i continue to excite him, verbally, visually, by touch as slave g’s cock juts out at ninety degrees, wet, desperate for my attentions… …my foot strays into the sub’s groin and rubs his stiff cock, almost unbearably for him. by now slave g is unable to talk, his grunts and head shaking tell me all that i care to know. my perfect toes tease his cock, grazing the stiffness, making it to ooze a little. i order slave g to earn these privileges and ask him how he will do this today. fearful of losing such pleasures slave g comes to and suggests a ruined orgasm – i laugh deeply as i admit that slave g will not be permitted any type of orgasm! instead i will keep teasing, keep letting him worship as i deny slave g any such pleasure, edging and then stopping, denying comprehensively. as i stroke him once more, slave g reaches the edge within seconds! i order “don’t you dare come, hold it back!!” and slave g recoils with his hands on his thighs, denying himself his desires just as his mistress intends. i order him to start the process once more “…bring it to me!” and softly at first, but more urgently i ply his firm cock turning his pleasure into a nightmarish predicament. my boy becomes wet and i have him lick this from my hand as slave g begins to beg ever more frequently “please, miss anna!” as if begging would work today! it is far more fun for me to edge my slave, increasing his noisy, jerky movements, finding the edge, holding him there and then denying. i order slave g to lick my feet and he begins without delay, with energy, positively besotted with this task. i use slave g’s attentiveness to increase his desperation, feeding the loop from his saturated mind into his cock. both male brains are now at bursting point and i am ready for more! the worship of my feet “…heavenly, miss anna…” continues as slave g is driven deeper. i command him to stop, apply my hand to his cock and in no time another edged denial takes place! as i restart the cycle, slave g mews in ecstasy and i laugh, watching his humiliating worship while controlling his every move and response. i demand more enthusiasm “..absolute, pure, desperation…” and slave g emits noises of joy as he worships, then begs me to stop the cock torment and finally bellows in high-pitched denial as i order “don’t let it spill…!!!“ as his denied cock bobs up and down, hard, bright red, engorged, desperate for release. once more i use slave g’s penchant for ass worship. i ensure that he kisses, worships, adores and desperately degrades himself for my amusement. again, i apply tender manual ministrations and, noting the beginnings of an attempt to thrust, i deny my boy yet again. i redouble his ass worship as slave g makes noises more akin to a beast than a man, admitting that his desperation is becoming painful, yet unable to tear himself away from me. i spit into slave g’s mouth and continue to deny him completely. sure as slave g is that he is about to come, i deny him expertly again and then press his red, hot face into my armpits – the state slave g is in! as i demand that he considers the taste of my sweat slave g’s face turns serene in total contrast to the throbbing of his cock in my hands. i continue to stroke and slave g moans ever more loudly, suffering for me through several more denials in quick succession, ever more painful. relentless edging is such fun. it is a joy to see how far i can take my submissive, bending him in all directions, physically and mentally: i demonstrate to all how subservient and submissive my slave is to me. i return slave g to his knees at my feet - the position that i started this cycle of torment from, you may recall. you have seen but one cycle, yet…how many times have i started slave g’s cycles of torment today, from this very position at my feet?