Her New Room, Part 7 (fdom) (bdsm) (real) (F34/M41)

He was totally caught off guard, and had no idea what she was thinking. She led him across the room and positioned him in a seated position on the bed. He felt her hands on the inside of his thighs and then his cock in her mouth. The feeling was amazing, but it was followed by shooting pain. Just a the head met her lips, she gripped his balls and twisted. “No cumming. No cumming and no touching. Remember, it belongs to me.” The next thing he heard was what sounded like a heavy door slamming. He wasn’t sure because he was in total darkness, locked inside the thick black hood. She closed the cell door, not even bothering to lock it as she had no doubt he’d be staying put.

She went across the room to the custom chair she had made, it was oversized and covered with the softest leather she’d ever felt. The gold nail heads were the perfect accent to make her feel like the Goddess he had always felt she was. For years he had made her feel like a Queen, and now it was all real. It was also no coincidence her thrown was set up with a perfect view of what was going on in the custom cell, and in close proximity to an electric outlet where she could power her strongest personal wand. She plugged it in, sat down and folded up her skirt. Her swollen clit dropped onto the black leather chairing the chair. As she thought about everything that had taken place that evening, she held the vibrating wand against her clit. Within three minutes she was right at the edge, she opened her eyes and looked at him, lying on his side, cock sticking straight out, still dripping from their last encounter. She leaned back and let herself go; she figured that through his hood, he could hear something, but not make out what she was doing. It was so good, she did it again, and a third time. She looked at the clock and noticed it wasn’t even 8pm yet and she was both exhausted and hungry. She went upstairs and was about to enjoy her gluten-free pizza he’d picked up, but she thought her prisoner downstairs would be hungry too. She put the other small pizza on a paper plate, poured a glass of water and took it down to him. She reached down, unzipped the mouth on the hood and said, “here slut, you have to eat.” She showed him where the pizza and the water was and left again, this time turning out all of the lights behind her. She sat down and poured herself a glass of wine with her pizza and salad. As she enjoyed her dinner, her mind changed from thinking about what just happened to planning for tomorrow. She figured that he would sleep very little, knowing that the pain in his balls would be intense from not being allowed to cum after everything that just happened, and her brief research on sleep deprivation did sound fun. She set the alarm on her phone for 4am and then reached into her purse to find a joint she’d rolled earlier. She lit it up and inhaled, she was so relaxed. Three orgasms, a great dinner, a glass of wine and a little bit of weed; the combination made for the perfect storm for going to bed at 8:30pm. She had a very early morning and long day planned. She rubbed herself and closed her eyes, she didn’t know if she’d every felt this perfect before…

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