1. TheSlave


    Date: 11/9/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    slaves. There was one slave in particular that she liked. He was about her age, young and well built. He was not endowed like most of the slaves she saw, but he was nice. He seemed different than the arrogant types she had been seeing. This one was quiet, almost timid. His cock showed his true emotion, being rock hard every time Stephi came for a session. But, this was common. Stephi couldn’t remember ever doing a session where the male was NOT hard. This time was different. After cutting his hair and the usual pubic trim, she gently took his cock into her hand. She carried different oils and lotions, just for occasions such as this or for her own enjoyment. Squeezing a small amount into her hand, she started massaging the oil into the already stiffened cock. He was panting as she gently rubbed the shaft, working her way up to the flared head. By then, his pre-cum was dripping down the sides of the head and shaft. Using the oil and the copious pre-cum, Stephi gently but firmly continued the rubbing, knowing that he was quickly approaching orgasm. She didn’t hesitate; she applied a little more pressure and slowed down her strokes, allowing the shy slave to enjoy himself. Suddenly, the slave thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock out. Stephi enjoyed watching his face as she continued firmly rubbing the head. It was one of the only times that she wished she could remove his eye covering. He looked almost delirious. His cock twitched hard, as thick spurts of warm cream pumped ...
    out of the bloated head, over and over. Most of it landed on his stomach and chest, and there was lots of it, cascading down Stephi’s hand. The slave must have enjoyed it, Stephi had never seen so much cum from one man, it was literally everywhere. As the slave relaxed and started to settle down, Stephi leaned up and kissed him softly on the cheek. The slave just moaned. This, she would do for a slave that she liked. She had no doubt, that he was thankful for her slight manipulation. Stephi thought to herself “now this is power.” She was exhilarated, and more than aroused at what she had just done. Stephi had discovered that the power was in what she could do. Just walking into a room, and even though the slave couldn’t see her, his reactions to her every move, made her the center of his attention. She also found that the power and control, was in what she did NOT do, granting the slave all or nothing, depending on how she felt. There had been very few slaves that she had manipulated to orgasm, but it was a rare occurrence, and to only those deserving. She had played with the others bringing them to the edge, hearing them beg or demand an orgasm, only to be left twitching and still rock hard as she ended the session. She always made it known to the slave that she was leaving, and on a rare occasion, whispering to them “wasn’t that fun?” All of the slaves that she had left begging would never make up for the small number of pathetic lovers that Stephi had experienced, in the ...