Part 2
Pulling my black satin gloves all the way past my elbows, I tell him to step closer and place his hands behind his back.
He watches like a hawk as I run my fingers past one another, as I check the fit of the smooth fabric between my fingers and tug at the lace border around my upper arms.
I do it slowly and make sure he can hear the material glide over itself, smooth and frictionless and so soft against small hairless penises with tiny beads of precum forming at their tips.
Reaching over I place a gloved hand on either side of his hips with my thumbs hooked under the pink, lacy elastic of his panties, rubbing up and down, as slow as you can imagine against the front of his hips, just below his panty line looking at how it frames his tiny offering, with the rest of his panties pulled down, under his ball sack, out of sight between his legs.
The panties I hung off his tiny hook of penis are moving as his prick twitches at the anticipation of what will come next.
Lifting the sticky garments from his erection between my thumb and forefinger, tell him to hold them against his face so he can smell my cunt as I inspect his acorn of a penis. I forbid him from tasting them until I say so.
He does as he is told and whimpers as my hands return to pulling tension on the panty elastic, making his balls lift a little as I massage the soft satin against his skin.
Leaving one hand on his hip, I move my other hand so I can run a satin-gloved-finger along the underside of his penis, the way you would stroke a cat's chin and his cock responds and jerks from it's root, searching for the soft folds of a pussy that is not there and it is not entitled to or worthy of.
The clock ticks on the wall. The ticking is loud and I move my finger to the slow beat of the second hand, 1... starting at the base of his steel-like shaft, 2... begin travelling up, ensuring he can feel the soft satin, 3... linger around the middle and 4... all the way up to the underside of the tip and pausing on the five, before starting in reverse.
The tip had been pink when we started and now it was red. Very, very red and very, very hard. I could hang my heels, not just my panties from his penis and they would stay up.
I look up and his eyes are screwed shut and he is inhaling through the balled up gusset of my panties like he is on life support.
I circle the tip of his penis between my thumb and forefinger and tighten my grip a little as I jerk him in tiny, almost imperceptible strokes and bring my mouth towards it.
Stringing the slick bead of precum against my tongue, I draw it out for an inch as I open my scarlet lips, ready for the torrent of cum to follow.
And boy, does he cum!
Thick spurts, heavy with relief, releasing the torment in his sissy balls, spurt after spurt of thick gooey spunk landing on my tongue and over my red, red lipstick.
I look up at him, when his climax subsides and his pathetic penis has lost it's stiffness.
"That seems like an adequate amount, sissy." I offer, in a low, serious tone, "now pop that cock cage back on it and we will see whether you deserve that again sometime next year..." |
What a lucky lucky sub!!
Loved reading that x
