I can edge him day in and day out for weeks straight — and I do — butwhat he hasn't been getting from Me is the mindfuck that truly sends himover the edge. Tonight I want My words and voice to fill his head while hewatches My hands — on him, on the screen, putting on gloves — as I toywith him.I take My little plaything fully out of his metal cage to stroke him. He'ssensitive, full of cum and full of anticipation. He's on the brink almostimmediately, and I don't let up. I want it so engorged it hurts. I need himto suffer. So I put on the latex gloves to stroke him harder. I want himslutty and grinding his plump prostate down onto My fist, but we hardly getthere before he's squealing, leaking — a ruin that certainly doesn't drainhim. He doesn't even come close to a real cum.Does he have more for me? Let's find out. I generously offer post-O and theopportunity to cum again for real . if he can. Instead, he BEGS to goback into the cage, locked safely away from his cruel Mistress who'll beexpecting a better performance the next night, and the night after that,and the night after that.