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Mimi swept the last brush of shalac over my nails, and I tucked them under the blue light to cure. My shirtless, rock-hard puppet still knelt beside me. My toes teased his pulsing length while the end of his leash rested in my lap. “Ready for your pedicure, Miss?” I pulled my hands free of the light to inspect my new claws. They were perfect, coffin shapes. Long and sharp. I dragged them down Jon’s chest and grinned.
“More than ready.” As I stood, my puppet began to stand as well. I tapped his nose with a long nail and shook my head. “Crawl.”
Nail Day Part Three
I followed Mimi, walking my puppet through the Salon as he crawled behind us on his hands and knees. His cock was dripping in his slacks from the teasing and the embarrassment of so many strangers watching me use him. We entered the private pedicure room, and I climbed into the big massage chair.
Jon knew his job. He removed my shoes and placed them by the chai, then he knelt to wait for my next instructions. Mimi sat on the stool in front of me and started to work on my toes. I dragged my new nails through Jon’s hair and whispered to him. “Our friend wanted to see how full your sacks are.” He was almost trembling with nerves as he stood up and started to undo his pants. He stepped out of them, and his cock swung heavily.
“Wow.” Mimi flushed. “It is big.” I slapped Jon’s erection, and precum splattered against my thigh. He grunted but didn’t complain. My fingers grabbed his balls.
“Open your legs wider,” I demanded, and he obeyed. I tugged at his balls and watched a pretty drop of precum bubble on his head. “Do you wanna see me ruin his orgasm?” I asked my nail tech, and she gave me a shocked look.
“Even though he’s paying for your nails and toes, you’d ruin him.” She asked as I lazily stroked Jon’s cock. The massage chair jostled me around a bit, and I laughed loudly.
Constant Denial
“He only gets what I decide to give him.” I squeezed his shaft in long, slow strokes before rubbing my palm around his sticky tip. Jon moaned, and his hips bucked.
“I’m close, Princess.” He cried.
“Don’t fucking cum til my toes are done.” I barked but kept toying with his oversensitive, denied cock. He couldn’t hold it, and I felt it when the first flex of his cock tried to erupt his cum. I let go, and Mimi and I giggled as his cock spewed with no stimulation. I waited till his cum slowed, then sat up and gripped him tight. Jerking him hard into a post orgasm forced orgasm. He wailed out, and I knew everyone in Salon would be hearing my pathetic puppets’ torment.
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