Mistress Anna Elite – NYLON FOOTJOB DENIAL WITH LADY DARK ANGEL

Lady Dark Angel and I recline in luxury, sat comfortably and poised, elegantly above Our naked slaves. Unfortunately for Our two boys they cannot view Us, thereby missing out upon Our great beauty and Our captivating lingerie. However, Our high-heeled shoes rest prettily on the foot-stool-slaves and this more than ensures that We retain full control over the silent slaves.
I prove the point rather, by applying My heel into slave G’s thigh. As the heel digs into the slave’s flesh slave G groans in gratitude and reveals his mental arousal. We continue by teasing the desperate slaves’ cocks with Our slim, vertiginous heels: We squash, graze and squeeze the pathetic desires of Our boys and slave G whimpers enough for both of the male wretches.
We expect self-control from Our slaves and this pair of subs will be hard pressed (!) to provide the required level of sustained stoicism, let alone any dignity and self-discipline. Truly We can all see here why the male is inferior to the Female and needs Her training to achieve any sense of civility, decorum and usefulness in the poor male’s life.
We remove Our heels and tease the boys with Our feet. Our Nylons move smoothly over the slaves’ cocks, rubbing and stimulated them. Our slaves grow, hardening under the teasing; slave B manages to remain silent but poor slave G gasps under the tormenting tease. We toy the slaves deeper into silence and give them the slightest hope of release as they concentrate on their hosiery-controlled cocks. Indeed, slave G is told that he must remain silent if he is to have any hope of achieving release.
We could tease for hours, denying, teasing, edging, denying once more…silky, soft nylon teasing excited cocks relentlessly. We build the slaves’ focus: slave G’s face becomes beatific, as his elation at feeling My feet on his body takes him over, just as I had planned and knew would occur. Our boys hope that today will be their day of release at last; their torment is real as Our toes run over the full length of their reddened cocks.
We vary the delicious sensations to suit Ourselves, using full foot weight on the cocks, then just the toes to tease with and not forgetting Our ball squeezing techniques, squashing their puny globes for Our amusement. Our black nylons contrast with the vivid red cocks that We torment, turning the cocks as red as the soles of Our shoes. Our slave G becomes wet and I deny him, resting My feet on him as a human footstool once more and I humiliate him “His horrid cock is dripping! I am not touching it again….”
We agree to lock Our boys’ cocks away until We want to toy with them once more. These slaves will remain frustrated, excited and desperate with their cocks locked back in their cages. The slaves will wait for Us, underfoot mentally and physically.

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