Scientific method 2 - fantasy cum proposal

It had been a long, long month, locked by her command. Now in a quiet room he lay, bound and panting with denied demand. Hours passed and when breathless and dizzy, she leant in close and whispered time for your jizzy!

Mistress climbed off the bed and popped on her surgical gloves. She grabbed a tube of ointment and climbed back to her bound slave, legs tied spread to either corner of the bed, arms strapped into mittens and tied to thighs. Torso restrained by ropes running from the collar to either side of the bed.

 She snuggled up to him and showed him the tube.

This is liniment - strong stuff.

Whimpers followed but were of no avail. A generous dollop soon adorned each nipple. Rubbed in with relish the already sensitive and sore nubs were on fire.

As he processed the pain another dollop coated his even more sensitive rectum, the evil lube burning his hitherto dry and untouched hole.

And so to the inevitable climax, as she squeezed a super generous series of dollops onto his cock and balls.

Rubbed in with more vigour she made sure to pull back the foreskin and grind the little head between thumb and forefinger, before smearing more of the gloop on nipples and anus.

Then taking the tube she squeezed almost the last of the extra strong liniment onto the cock in a white smear, and pumped as teasingly and sweetly as she could. As soon as his cock started to spurt she stopped, watching enthused as it pumped away by itself. Burning but dribbling for a minute or so.

When it was over she gripped it at the base and squeezed firmly along the shaft, squeezing out the last dregs. Then, on a vicious whim she picked up the near empty tube and squeezed the final drop out of the tube into his. No amount of shuddering and crying could stop what he'd guessed as with a quick qction the drop in the tip of his urethra was smeared down his tube in a reverse of the toothpaste out of the tube method she'd just employed.

Waste not eh?

His noise levels went up but the tv amply covered his anguished gagged cries.

Then leaning close and pinning him with a generous portion of her body she asked

Now how was that for you?





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