Her PA
Mistress nestled against the big pile of comfortable pillows at her back. Her legs stretched comfortably out beneath the smooth sheets, pressed for warmth against the bound shape between them.
She wondered idly if he'd wondered what it would be like to be between her thighs, and if it was quite as he'd expected or hoped. He lay on his stomach, wrapped in tape, arms pressed to his side, legs pressed together, a black mummified sausage of a lump. Beneath the layers of thin but strong film, electrodes clung as pairs to chest and cock. The latter was bent carefully back to point at his toes to prevent him humping the mattress. It functioned as a receiver for whatever stimulation she cared to inflict, but was not a trigger he could pull to escape his erotic torment.
The electrodes themselves were connected to wires that trailed across the entrapped skin to escape via a small cut in the back of the film. The wires were connected to small devices that controlled the sensations, and these little gadgets were taped gently to his back. The controllers were carefully taped to his shoulders, and ran from left to right - left nipple, right nipple, cock and the 4th to his balls. The first 2 were a constant symphony of needling stim on his sensitive titties. The other two a very simple communications emphasiser. Switch on his cock to reward him, and his balls to punish him. So little electricity and so much effect from it.
She shifted slightly in bed and from his head came a waffling choking sound, as the fake rubber cock shifted in his mouth. Beneath the sheets he rested on a cushion which raised him slightly to ease the angle of his neck as he nuzzled on the rubber cock in his mouth.
She liked the feeling of violating him, of having him close but not in a way he preferred. Whenever she felt like it she'd just wiggle slightly and the cock would shift alarmingly in his mouth and he'd waffle delightfully and slurp to prevent his spittle ruining the bed. He was such a neat little slave.
As he choked and squirmed she flicked idly through his phone at the account he'd set up for her. It was filled with submissives he had engaged with, trying to build her stable showing pics of himself, but actually showcasing her work and her skill. Exquisite bondage. Small movies of his ruined orgasms. His task was to ofer access to that skill and all the pleasures of exposed suffering in hopes of luring more men to play with, to drain of hope, semen and cash.
She fired off messages to these curated prospects, from her loyal PA's phone, while he waffled and choked on the rubber cock. She read out the messages and peeled back the covers to attach pics. It cost her nothing to give them little freebies like this or to offer up her PA for suggestions from her prospective victims. They were lined up for the contact, waiting by their phones at the time of day when Mistress would be available to talk to directly. It promised a share of a session now and one they could experience themselves.
She called them to chat, about session ideas, tribute and times, pumping up the juice in the cock when this went well and the balls when it seemed like he'd found a timewaster.
She laughed and joked, offering to fulfil requests, and firing off little videos of their completion. She wasn't in them and no risk attached to herself. But it amused them and her to see her bound chattel squirm and squeal, and bleat as pegs were suggested for soft flesh - an exposed earlobe, a freed tongue.
By the end she has a few good leads. Her PA will liaise with them and her on dates. She hopes they'll be ready to join her PA for their own dose of what she fancies. But meantime the leads will do, and she has some suggestions for how to finish her PA's session.
Ah the cruelty of subs will soon be revealed and her PA will be sitting very tenderly at dinner tonight...
She wondered idly if he'd wondered what it would be like to be between her thighs, and if it was quite as he'd expected or hoped. He lay on his stomach, wrapped in tape, arms pressed to his side, legs pressed together, a black mummified sausage of a lump. Beneath the layers of thin but strong film, electrodes clung as pairs to chest and cock. The latter was bent carefully back to point at his toes to prevent him humping the mattress. It functioned as a receiver for whatever stimulation she cared to inflict, but was not a trigger he could pull to escape his erotic torment.
The electrodes themselves were connected to wires that trailed across the entrapped skin to escape via a small cut in the back of the film. The wires were connected to small devices that controlled the sensations, and these little gadgets were taped gently to his back. The controllers were carefully taped to his shoulders, and ran from left to right - left nipple, right nipple, cock and the 4th to his balls. The first 2 were a constant symphony of needling stim on his sensitive titties. The other two a very simple communications emphasiser. Switch on his cock to reward him, and his balls to punish him. So little electricity and so much effect from it.
She shifted slightly in bed and from his head came a waffling choking sound, as the fake rubber cock shifted in his mouth. Beneath the sheets he rested on a cushion which raised him slightly to ease the angle of his neck as he nuzzled on the rubber cock in his mouth.
She liked the feeling of violating him, of having him close but not in a way he preferred. Whenever she felt like it she'd just wiggle slightly and the cock would shift alarmingly in his mouth and he'd waffle delightfully and slurp to prevent his spittle ruining the bed. He was such a neat little slave.
As he choked and squirmed she flicked idly through his phone at the account he'd set up for her. It was filled with submissives he had engaged with, trying to build her stable showing pics of himself, but actually showcasing her work and her skill. Exquisite bondage. Small movies of his ruined orgasms. His task was to ofer access to that skill and all the pleasures of exposed suffering in hopes of luring more men to play with, to drain of hope, semen and cash.
She fired off messages to these curated prospects, from her loyal PA's phone, while he waffled and choked on the rubber cock. She read out the messages and peeled back the covers to attach pics. It cost her nothing to give them little freebies like this or to offer up her PA for suggestions from her prospective victims. They were lined up for the contact, waiting by their phones at the time of day when Mistress would be available to talk to directly. It promised a share of a session now and one they could experience themselves.
She called them to chat, about session ideas, tribute and times, pumping up the juice in the cock when this went well and the balls when it seemed like he'd found a timewaster.
She laughed and joked, offering to fulfil requests, and firing off little videos of their completion. She wasn't in them and no risk attached to herself. But it amused them and her to see her bound chattel squirm and squeal, and bleat as pegs were suggested for soft flesh - an exposed earlobe, a freed tongue.
By the end she has a few good leads. Her PA will liaise with them and her on dates. She hopes they'll be ready to join her PA for their own dose of what she fancies. But meantime the leads will do, and she has some suggestions for how to finish her PA's session.
Ah the cruelty of subs will soon be revealed and her PA will be sitting very tenderly at dinner tonight...
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