Breaking The Boy: Episode 3 Mistress January Seraph

Mistress January Seraph walks back in, cool as sin, and zeroes in on Jessie Sparkles. The second they lock eyes the air goes tight. She doesn’t rush. One heel, one look, and the boy’s already halfway gone. She cages his cock, slaps it red, and smiles when he gasps. The single tail sings against his thighs, his chest, and he flinches every time leather kisses skin. Blindfold on, breath stolen through her gloved palm, and he’s floating—stripped of sight, sound, even the right to breathe unless she gives it back. She keeps his ass open with straps, lubes him slick, then sinks the strap-on deep, slow at first, then harder until every thrust drives a broken sound out of him. She milks his prostate with steady rhythm, never letting him come, dragging the edge longer than he can stand. When she finally lets him spill, it’s messy, shaking, pulled straight from his ass with nothing touching his cock. He’s quiet after. Eyes wet. Body still twitching. Maitresse watches, notes the nerves, the surrender, and the raw need that’s starting to show. One more session and the boy might just earn the collar.