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— Orgasm Denial —An erotic tale, by Mistress Aline. You lie ..
🕑 Added 2024-11-20 05:25:07 +0000 UTC— Orgasm Denial —
An erotic tale, by Mistress Aline.
You lie on the bed next to me, your eyes glued to my perfect body. I can feel your gaze on my black hair, my emerald eyes, my glowing white skin. You’re desperate for me, I can tell. But you’re also ashamed, ashamed of your own body and the small, pathetic cock between your legs.
“Pull down your pants,” I command, my voice dripping with disdain. You hesitate for a moment, but then you do as I say, revealing your tiny dick to me. I laugh, a cruel, mocking sound that echoes through the room. “Is that it?” I say, my eyes widening in faux surprise. “That’s the smallest cock I’ve ever seen. It’s pathetic, really.”
I can see the hurt in your eyes, the way they fill with tears as I mock you. But I don’t care. I want you to feel small and insignificant, to feel the weight of your own inadequacy. I want you to know that you’re nothing compared to me, your beautiful trans dominatrix who deserves nothing but the best.
“Masturbate for me,” I command, my voice low and seductive. You hesitate again, but then you start to stroke your tiny cock, your hand moving up and down in a pitiful attempt to get hard. I laugh again, this time even louder. “Is that all you’ve got?” I say, my eyes glinting with amusement. “Pathetic little incel.”
You continue to masturbate, your face flushed with shame and embarrassment. I can see the desperation in your eyes, the way you’re willing yourself to cum, to prove to me that you’re a man. But I’m not going to let you. I’m going to make you suffer, to feel the full weight of your own inadequacy.
“Stop,” I command, my voice sharp and commanding. You stop immediately, your hand frozen in mid-air. “You’re not allowed to cum,” I say, my voice dripping with disdain. “You’re not worthy of an orgasm, not when you have a cock as small and pathetic as that.”
You don’t understand why I’m being so cruel, why I’m mocking you and denying you pleasure. But I don’t care. I want you to feel small and insignificant, to know that you’re nothing compared to me.
“Get dressed and leave,” I command.
You put on your clothes and walk out the door, your cock still throbbing in your pants.
