I've decided it's time to give him back part of his sanity, ..

I've decided it's time to give him back part of his sanity, but he didn't know that until the very end 🤭
It's been a while since I let him have a full orgasm and he tried really hard to achieve any relief at all. So, contrary to what it looks like I enjoy making him cum. The only thing I care about is that it has to be intense. I guess, that's the name of the game in general. I don't know if I've become desensitized, or if there is anything "wrong" with me. But I honestly don't care. I live for those moments. I crave the emotions, the edge, the desire, frustration, despair ... all of it. Surprisingly I am not too partial about pain, but I find nothing sexier than all the shades of mindfuck 😈

I hope that one day I'll have more room to store something better than this foldable milking table. But this is what I have and I love to use it. It's a ton of fun and it fits everywhere. I just hope some guest won't pull it out by accident, because I would have no answer for the "vase holder" in the middle of it. 😂Though, my apartment is starting to be a bit hoarded with erotic toys, so any guest would have to sit and not touch anything anyway. Every other drawer has a dildo, chastity cage, handcuffs, or strapon in them 😅

Anyway, as imperfect as it might be, I still love the table. I love how he can't wiggle out of my touch. Once his dick is through the hole, is mine to do anything I like it. It's up to me whether I am going to be nice, or whether I am going to frustrate him out of what's left of his mind. 😈 He could be literally crying with horniness on the other side, but still couldn't move even an inch. No random thrusting, not even a little extra push into my hand. I can imagine how a gloryhole could be very thrilling in femdom settings. It's basically combining blindfold and bondage. He can't see what's going on there and he can't move aside. I might give him a sensual and satisfying handjob, or I can tickle him into pleasureless ruined dribble. 😈

Of course, I spoiled this one for you in the beginning, but it's not so black and white. I knew I was going to try to let him cum, and I decided that he deserve a full-(ish) orgasm 🤭 But it's just too tempting not to mess with him at least a little bit. So by the end of it, I've decided that one finer fiddling is good enough for my slut. I mean, if he couldn't cum with one finger, then I would assume it's not ripe yet 😈 So I better check you know. Last time, he couldn't cum with the prostate massager, so clearly, he didn't need to. 🤭 I bet his mind had to be racing like crazy, because often when I do something silly like one finger "handjob" it's a good indication that I might pull even that one finger away when he's ready to shoot his load.

But that wasn't the case this time. Even though I just finished him with one finger, I really did finish him. I could almost feel the orgasmic spasms with him. Finally, after such a long time, he got to cum. Rope after rope of that pent-up frustration. Those are exactly the moments I live for. Yes, I love teasing him and denying him, I love making him my obedient little pet. But when I feel he's ready, I can feel his soul melting into my hands when I finally grant him the long-awaited orgasm. Well, maybe it's not a soul, but at that moment I doubt he can tell the difference 😇