Cuckgasm 20_07_2025

He was laid out like the object he is, on his back, face buried in my feet, forbidden to lift his eyes. no gaze. no connection. only orders.one hand milked his pathetic clit in slow, crushing rhythm. the other pressed down on his aching balls, firm and unyielding, just enough pressure to remind him who owns his suffering.he whined. he moaned. he broke.“please, can i have a full orgasm”a question asked a hundred times, each more pathetic than the last. i didn’t answer right away. i wanted to hear him need it. i wanted him to mean it. i wanted to feel his whole body shake beneath my feet—desperate, blind, aching for permission.did i allow it? did i let him spill for me? or did i stop the scene an inch from the edge, leaving him soaked in denial and humiliation?you’ll have to watch. but know this:when a submissive begs for release under my soles, the orgasm is never his. it’s mine, whether i give it… or not.