The Christmas Cocktease Continues!

I’ll bet your poor cocks have just been shivering with anticipation, waiting for the third part of my Holiday saga! You’re dying to know if I submitted to my boyfriend, gave in, and gave him what he wanted for Christmas!

Well, pets, you should know after our many erotic phone sessions that I NEVER submit–even when I “submit.” At the end of the day, it’s me calling the shots, and nobody else–even when I’m dealing with a hot stud like my boyfriend. Sure, he’s a dominant male, but it’s ME who’s in control. ALWAYS.

So where was I, again? Oh yes, I believe he’d just asked me how he could know if he wanted my pussy if he couldn’t see it.

“Don’t fight it, my pet. You KNOW that you want it,” I said, as I lowered myself down enough to be just barely out of reach to his incredibly hard dick. “You can feel me even without touching, can’t you? You can feel the heat. And you want it badly, don’t you?”

“But I know that you want my cock, too.” He said.  Lightning fast I grabbed it with my leather clad hand, firmly. “Which cock? THIS cock?” I said. And he just nodded. “Why sure, pet. It’s a very nice cock. Long and thick and powerful. But you know I could walk out that door and find one better in no time. Even you aren’t immune to cuckolding, my pet. It’s a fine cock, but it belongs to me! And there are always finer cocks to be had.“ With this light and sensual humiliation, I could tell he wanted me even more. “Now, you naughty boy, will I inflict pleasure or pain on MY cock?”

“Pleasure–I beg you, it’s Christmas!” he said. “Beg me? You beg me? I like that.  Now tell me, just whom are you begging?” I teased playfully. “My mistress, my goddess, my queen, I beg YOU, please be kind to me!” Well over six feet, with a strong build and a mouthwatering dick, even he can be reduced to a begging, pleading puddle of submission. Though, like with most wild animals, it sometimes takes a little bit more discipline to break him in than most.

“You’re queen, huh? You call me a queen. Well, pet, every queen needs a throne. Today, YOU will be my throne.” And I led him to the bed, laid him down, and commenced a queenly smothering of his face.

“Good boy…keep at it and you’ll earn your present in no time!”

And if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you know all about the present I gave him!

Cruel to be kind,