Before going out, I decided to give him exactly what he deserves, dressed head-to-toe in black leather: spiked platform heels, tight leggings, corset, jacket and gloves to match. The perfect outfit for pain and control. My slave was already on the floor, legs spread, waiting like a good toy. I started by destroying his cock under My heels, stomping it into the floor with no mercy. Then came the ballbusting: cruel, deserved and relentless. While I trampled his dick, I used his gag, shaped like a double cockhead, to edge him further, mocking him with every movement. I made him rub himself against My spikes, aching and humiliated. On his knees, he followed My jerk off instructions, desperate and obedient. And for his final torment, I let him edge between My leather legs, letting him touch My ass... but stopping him just before release. His reward? Whipped. Denied. Left at home aching while I go out free, powerful and untouched.
