Christine was absolutely glowing with delight as she looked at Matthew, his feverishly aroused body so broken with need and frustration that he now virtually hung from his bonds at the foot of her bed. For hours she had mercilessly teased and tantalized his helpless body, her lips and fingers roaming his quivering flesh as they pleased, her soft curvy body pressing and writhing against him. Over and over she worked his body to the point of explosion, only to cruelly deny him, leaving his body shaking and aching, his agonizing need to cum always building, never diminishing.
And when she wasn’t physically teasing him, she was wickedly tormenting him visually, slowly and sensually masturbating herself to orgasm after orgasm before his eyes. As she moaned and purred in pleasure, poor Matthew whimpered and groaned in to his gag, his eyes wide, his poor cock throbbing and drooling, his hips instinctively, futilely, trying to thrust in search of relief.
Now, she had succeeded in reducing Matthew to that point where he was a quivering, trembling, broken wreck. Christine smiled at the sweet, incoherent sounds of need coming from him as her captive looked down helplessly at the way her toes gently toyed with his aching cock and heavy cum-filled balls.
Gazing up at him she teased in a soft voice, “Aww, poor baby…. what’s the matter Matthew? Wanna cum sweetheart?“ When he was barely able to whimper an incoherent reply Christine chuckled softly then wickedly taunted, “One little favor honey? Do tell me if you’re about to pass out….. I’m not finished with you yet and I simply can’t have you ruining my fun like that.”
She bit her lip gently at the sound of his pitiful, muffled whimper and in a soft voice teased, “Want some more baby?…. hmm?….. was that enough of a little break for you sweetheart?” Still not satisfied, Christine then seductively crawled on her hands and knees like a tigress toward her bound captive.
When she reached him she sat up tall and proud on her knees, letting her large, soft breasts press against his trembling chest while her nails raked lightly along his bound, helpless body. Christine laughed softly at his muffled moan and how intensely his body quivered from her touch. She then smirked as she heard soft helpless whimpers coming from him when she allowed her hand to trail agonizingly slowly from his chest down toward his aching, frustrated cock.
In a soft voice she teased, “Aww, what’s the matter baby?…. are you scared Matthew?….. sweetheart, I would never ever hurt you… you know that.” Instead, she gently, lovingly, wrapped her soft warm hand around his desperately aroused cock. “Ready baby?…. ready for more?,” she whispered huskily.
Christine smiled at the sweet, tormented sound that came from him when her silky fingers once again resumed to lightly tease, caress, and stroke along the length of him. “Poor helpless boy,” she cooed softly, feeling his defenseless cock once again begin to swell toward the bursting point beneath her touch.
Smiling to herself, she knew that Matthew was the one. And, this was the time. Christine purred with lust as she savored the sight of him… bound, spread, beautifully framed between the bedposts at the foot of her bed – a helpless tribute to the irresistible power of her female sexuality in an artistic display of agonizing male frustration.
Yes indeed, Matthew was going to be her masterpiece – her glorious, exquisite tease masterpiece.
