As I recline in My beautiful lingerie, I make My dominant intentions crystal clear to My slave. The sub is ordered to edge for Me. I will watch and judge this male, as I set him to work, collared, clearly aroused by this cruel humiliation. I am more than generous to this sub, instructing him to hold the image of his Mistress in his mind, pure inspiration for him as he plays with himself for My amusement. I will be the only one enjoying pleasure today.

I remind My slave to note My nude stockings and My high heels. Of course, the slave can see My high heels standing proudly, reaching upwards from the floor where the slave kneels to My perfect feet. The high heels describe both a height and length that My poor slave’s cock can only dream of achieving. Nevertheless, I give the order for My sub to begin his demeaning stroking and I demand that he builds arousal, desperation, the want, the need...I will have him overwhelmed, controlled purely through My voice.

My slave responds well, he is eager to show that his lusts are strong, yet totally under My control. I enjoy having My submissives perform naked on their knees for Me, proving their weakness and their worth. I smile as My gaze moves up and down My slave meat, checking his facial expression and observing his aroused cock and manipulated mind in action, under pressure.

The humiliation of My sub is intense. I notice his breathing beginning to deepen and labour, while I watch My toy play with himself for no reason other than My enjoyment. Now My slave becomes increasingly desperate and horny, his ragged gasps giving away his desperation. I order him to edge himself, to My every instruction. Eventually this slave will be fully trained, he will cum on demand. I smile at My slave’s desperate predicament, allowing him to look at Me once more. My boy becomes ever more worked up, getting close, but I still have him continue to stroke. I demand precum, I want to see this slave at the limit of his desperation, right at the end as he strokes most furiously I order him to “STOP!”...

...My slave’s knees buckle temporarily as I deny him, his cock jutting out, turning all shades of red, from puce to brighter tones that could almost match My gorgeous red lips – he wishes! All too soon I order “Do it again” and My boy restarts his Miss Anna-sent suffering, tormenting his mind as much as his frantically bobbing cock. I look deep into My boy’s eyes and demand that he keeps going, right to the very edge. I maintain My control and tighten My metaphorical grip, “I want you closer, closer...” and then I stop My slave’s game, ordering him to “...hold it back...”.

As My slave narrowly avoids a ruin and My severe displeasure, he pants with desire and I tease him further “...go again...!” Such a lucky boy, utterly controlled, privileged to be used, enslaved in all ways.

KNEEL AND EDGE FOR ME