Ezada Sinn – A Painful Boot Humping – Matriarch Ezada Sinn Teases Her Chaste Cuckold With Her Spiky Boots

I have a new pair of boots; black, glossy, wickedly adorned with gleaming metal spikes. They’re sharp, elegant, and completely Me. I adore them, of course. And I know My chattel does too. he crawls after them like the desperate little mutt he is, eyes wide, cock twitching in its cage. When I rest My boots on his back, I can feel his breath hitch, he thinks he’s in heaven. But I want him closer. Closer than he’s ready for. I let him kiss them, worship them, breathe them in. But that’s not what I really want. That’s not close enough. he has no idea what’s coming, but I can already hear the way his breath changes. Eleven weeks locked. Not one touch. Not one release. Today, I grant him mercy, or at least, he thinks I do. I unlock his cage. Finally. his balls are heavy. his dicklet, not hard. Pathetic. A soft, twitching little nub. I know he’s a useless, impotent cuckold, but even so, I expected more. he should be hard at the very sight of Me. My legs, My boots, My power. he wants to hump them. I can feel it in the way he quivers. But does that soft, pitiful dicklet deserve to touch My boots? Maybe. I want to be entertained. So I allow it. he moans, rubs himself desperately against the spikes, and instantly regrets it. Pain. Humiliation. his dicklet grinding against metal meant to punish, not please. If he cums, it’ll be like this. Desperate. Pathetic. In agony. As he should be. But then I decide no. That soft, useless thing doesn’t get a final orgasm. Not now. Not ever. I will use My spiked boots to grind his little erection into nothing. And then I will cage him again. Permanently.