Mistress's Teasing Touch
The mistress, in her six-inch heels, straddles her bound slave, her crotch hovering just above his face. She grinds down, teasing him with her heat and scent, but never letting him touch. She's in full control, her hands working his body, her fingers pinching and squeezing, making him squirm. She leans back, her hands on his thighs, her fingers inching closer to his balls, but never quite reaching. She laughs, a sultry sound, as she watches him strain against his bonds. She knows she's driving him wild, can see the outline of his cock, hard and desperate, pressing against the table. She leans in, her voice a low purr, "You want me to touch you, don't you, my pet?" She smiles, a cruel twist of her lips, as she continues her teasing massage, her hands never quite giving him what he wants.