Even though I very rarely tell him ahead what our sessions will be about, the longer he goes without orgasm, the more the expectation of having one is raising, even if I don’t say anything. Sometimes I mess with him by dropping some hints, but even when I don’t, I can tell he’s hoping that today is the day. And it’s only intensified by the fact that we don’t get to see each other every day. Because it means that if he leaves my place without any relief, then it’s going to take a while before he can hope for another chance. 😈

So, even without saying anything, I could tell that he was really hoping it would be today. I mean, he’s so horny, that he’s always hoping. But it wouldn’t be unreasonable to expect it now. It’s been long enough, but then I was trying chastity belt, so he understands that my orgasm will have priority 🤭… so maybe after I made him eat me out, it’s finally his turn? Well, yeah, I’ve thought it would be too cheesy to just play it as a ping-pong, so I’ve decided I want to try to push it a little further yet. Of course there was a risk that I accidentaly made him cum, because the edge is harder to guess and I’ve made it even more difficult for myself, because I’ve decided that I’ll be a comple bitch and while I let him out of the cage, I won’t let him get hard either. 😈 I thought it would be deliciously cruel fun, as he was hoping for orgasm and I will just fiddle his soft dick, so he don’t even get a stretch. To really let him experience the frustration as he’s almost getting comfortable to finally cum only to hit the realization, that I own his dick and will anything I find amusing with it. He has no other option but to just deal with it. 😈🥵

I usually keep him soft to remind him, that the inteded purpose of his penis has changed. It may have some evolutionary purpose once, but since he won’t be fucking anything, let alone impregnating, his erections are pointless. The primary purpose of his penis is my amusent and his obedinece. And it’s very good at it. 😈

He knew what was going to happen once he saw the towel roll. The best he could’ve hoped for was a ruined orgasm, but I didn’t give him even that. I told him to keep his hands off me and to enjoy the edging. Because while the purpose of this is to show him that I can do anything to him and to humiliate him, more things can be true at the same time. Humiliation works best, in my opinion, when he can accept that what’s happening to him is actually the best he can do. He has to resolve the inner conflict of being humiliated while actually enjoying it. All he has to do is swallow his pride, forget any expectation, lean into it, and enjoy the ride. Becasue while I didn’t let him cum or even get hard I can still make it very pleasurable. There are things that can’t be done with erect penis. I can knead his soft dick like a bread dough. And the more times I do it, the more it strengthens his enjoyment of it. Until one day he’ll realize that he’s not daring to hope for jerkoff, but his mind is getting excited that today he might be getting a flaccid handjob. And once that happens he has no option than to accept that I’ve changed him, that I own him and that I’ve turned him into my plaything and he can’t deny that he’s loving it, because he’s dreaming about it the way vanila guys are dreaming about having a sloppy blowjob. 😈🥵