This choice: "...stay there and suffer some more." • Go Back... She licks her lips, smiling viciously at you. “Do you know how much fun I could have with you?” she purrs, starting to walk around you. “I mean, seeing as you’re mine until I decide to give you some relief, there’s really nothing you can do but take whatever I hand out; so you'd better not give me a reason to prolong it, hmmm? I mean, do you know how much fun it would be to enslave you for an entire month, teasing you every day and not letting you cum? Subjecting you to my every whim? I'm getting wet just thinking about it. If I wanted to whip you until you bled, tease you to the brink of orgasm for hours on end, force you to worship my feet, make you bring me to orgasm… there’s no limit to the fun I can have so long as YOU don’t have any release.”
Her eyes glitter malevolently at you as she stops in front of you, pulling over a chair and falling back into it with a sigh. She props her feet up on your thigh, her toes just barely caressing the head of your manhood, as she smiles at you. You can definitely smell her arousal by now – the idea of dominating you has her stewing in her own arousal… something you can definitely relate to.
Just when you feel the need to explode again, the genie removes her feet from your shaft. She leaves them on your thigh, just out of reach, as she giggles at your predicament. “Aww,” she teases, leaning forward slightly and giving you a look of mock-pity. “Did you want something?”
You nod, hoping that she’ll have mercy even as you feel the ache in your balls from your second denied orgasm. In response, your Genie-mistress smiles and removes her foot entirely. “I’m sorry,” she says, resting her elbows on her knees (giving you a delightful view of the cleavage she’s denying you right now) and staring at you. “I’m having way too much fun. If I’m going to give you release, you’re going to have to make me very happy first. Do you understand, slave? Nod if you can.”
You nod again, bringing a smile of delight to her face. “Alright then, my little slave. There are several tasks you’re going to have to do for me, though. The first is a foot massage. Since I know you want my feet, I’m going to have fun teasing you while you give me some pleasure of my own. However, here’s the catch: hands only. A good enough massage will earn your twitchy little member some time with my pretty feet… or maybe other parts of me… but a bad one will earn you a punishment.”
She frees your hands—you feel them come loose behind your back and move them in front of you fast enough to catch her feet as they land in your lap. She wiggles her toes happily, leaning back and sighing. “What are you waiting for? A gilded invitation? Get rubbing!”
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