Blindfolded and restrained, he starts exactly where he belongs, on his knees. A spreader bar keeps him open and exposed, his hands secured behind his back, leaving him completely at My mercy. I take My time, focusing on what I enjoy most, ballbusting. My attention is precise and deliberate as I push him further, making sure he feels exactly what I decide to give him. I alternate between measured teasing and sharp, targeted slaps, keeping him in a constant state of anticipation. Every movement is intentional, every reaction watched closely as his body gives in to what I decide. I remind him exactly where the control lies. He doesn’t get to prepare. He doesn’t get to escape. He only gets to take it. When he starts to show weakness, I give him the opportunity to beg for mercy. At first, he refuses. So I continue. Only after a few more deliberate slaps does he finally give in, dropping his resistance and doing exactly what I expect. I allow him back down, where he proves his submission properly, kneeling, pleading, and showing respect exactly where it’s due.
