

Mistress Onyx and I have our sub exactly where we want him—flat on his back, exposed, and trembling with anticipation. With our favourite tools in hand, we strike his cock and balls, delighting in the way he flinches while his pathetic little dick stiffens in excited betrayal. Each blow is accompanied by a playful promise: endure the pain, and he might earn a taste of pleasure.
Taking turns, we press our latex-clad thighs over his face, grinding down as his muffled moans grow louder and more desperate. His cock twitches uncontrollably under our teasing hands, and when we slide a plug into his tight little hole, his body arches in helpless surrender.
But when we tell him not to cum? The pathetic little thing fails miserably. His disobedience earns swift punishment—cleaning up his shameful mess, licking up every drop. For a final touch, I press his face into my chest, forcing him to taste the sweat pooling under Mistress Onyx’s latex.
Humiliated and drained, he learns that pleasure always comes at a cost with us.