I’ve decided it’s time to give him back part of his sanity, but he didn’t know that until the very end 🤭 It’s been a while since I let him have a full orgasm and he tried really hard to achieve any relief at all. So, contrary to what it looks like I enjoy making him cum. The only thing I care about is that it has to be intense. I guess, that’s the name of the game in general. I don’t know if I’ve become desensitized, or if there is anything “wrong” with me. But I honestly don’t care. I live for those moments. I crave the emotions, the edge, the desire, frustration, despair … all of it. Surprisingly I am not too partial about pain, but I find nothing sexier than all the shades of mindfuck 😈

I hope that one day I’ll have more room to store something better than this foldable milking table. But this is what I have and I love to use it. It’s a ton of fun and it fits everywhere. I just hope some guest won’t pull it out by accident, because I would have no answer for the “vase holder” in the middle of it. 😂Though, my apartment is starting to be a bit hoarded with erotic toys, so any guest would have to sit and not touch anything anyway. Every other drawer has a dildo, chastity cage, handcuffs, or strapon in them 😅

Anyway, as imperfect as it might be, I still love the table. I love how he can’t wiggle out of my touch. Once his dick is through the hole, is mine to do anything I like it. It’s up to me whether I am going to be nice, or whether I am going to frustrate him out of what’s left of his mind. 😈 He could be literally crying with horniness on the other side, but still couldn’t move even an inch. No random thrusting, not even a little extra push into my hand. I can imagine how a gloryhole could be very thrilling in femdom settings. It’s basically combining blindfold and bondage. He can’t see what’s going on there and he can’t move aside. I might give him a sensual and satisfying handjob, or I can tickle him into pleasureless ruined dribble. 😈

Of course, I spoiled this one for you in the beginning, but it’s not so black and white. I knew I was going to try to let him cum, and I decided that he deserve a full-(ish) orgasm 🤭 But it’s just too tempting not to mess with him at least a little bit. So by the end of it, I’ve decided that one finer fiddling is good enough for my slut. I mean, if he couldn’t cum with one finger, then I would assume it’s not ripe yet 😈 So I better check you know. Last time, he couldn’t cum with the prostate massager, so clearly, he didn’t need to. 🤭 I bet his mind had to be racing like crazy, because often when I do something silly like one finger “handjob” it’s a good indication that I might pull even that one finger away when he’s ready to shoot his load.

But that wasn’t the case this time. Even though I just finished him with one finger, I really did finish him. I could almost feel the orgasmic spasms with him. Finally, after such a long time, he got to cum. Rope after rope of that pent-up frustration. Those are exactly the moments I live for. Yes, I love teasing him and denying him, I love making him my obedient little pet. But when I feel he’s ready, I can feel his soul melting into my hands when I finally grant him the long-awaited orgasm. Well, maybe it’s not a soul, but at that moment I doubt he can tell the difference 😇