Constant Denial

Skylar Locke sits bound to a chair, her black hair framing a face already twisting with need. The ropes bite into her skin, her body stripped and vulnerable, the swollen head of her cock exposed and twitching in the cool air. She breathes hard, wrists and ankles held tight, unable to move, forced to take whatever comes next. Sylvie stays in control, setting the timer on the device strapped to Skylar’s aching cock. It pulses, starts, then shuts off again. Over and over. Each cycle draws Skylar closer, her hips jerking against the ropes as the pleasure builds then dies. She gasps, curses, begs. Her cock throbs, dripping, desperate for more, but the switch always kills it too soon. Skylar’s head falls back, her mouth open, every muscle straining. The black-haired dominatrix who runs the show by day is helpless now, caught in the loop, denied again and again until the pleasure is razor sharp and almost unbearable. When the timer finally lets her finish, it rips through her, every inch of her body locked in the chair as she comes hard, unable to hold back, unable to do anything but feel it.