Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
“Don’t cum, not yet,” I whispered as he strained against the shackles on his wrists. He’s asked for cum control training, and I was all too happy to help. Each day, after work and before he drove home to his wife, he would stop by my house. First, I would strip him and lock heavy shackles to his writs. Then I would secure those shackled to the top of my bedroom door frame.
I loved how he looked stretched out and vulnerable to me. The first day he came over, I teased him with soft strokes of his cock while telling him how full his balls would grow for me. It was a hard rule that he wouldn’t be able to cum until the fifth day of training. His cock drooled long strings of weepy precum, but after ten minutes, I released him and sent him home. “Remember, not yet.”