Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
His screen popped into focus. Mark looked exactly like the type of man I usually dealt with. Expensive suit jacket discarded on the floor, tie loosened, eyes slightly glazed. He’d had a few too many and, from the way his webcam was positioned, the glass of golden liquid sitting just to the right of the camera explained the slight slump in his posture.
“Good evening, Mark,” I said, letting my voice drop into a register of authority. “I hope you’re ready to follow instructions.” He gave a sloppy, eager grin. “Anything for you, Stella. I’ve been waiting all day.” I didn’t smile. I let the silence hang, heavy and expectant, before I spoke again. “Hands behind your back. Lock them. Do not move them until I tell you otherwise.”
Mark Fucked Around & Found Out
He complied, though the movement was sluggish. His hands disappeared behind his chair and he gave me a look of pathetic submission. It was a good start, but I knew that patience was his enemy.
I spent the next ten minutes setting the stage. I talked about discipline and about the absolute surrender of control. his eyes tracked my movements, as my red-painted nails traced the edge of my desk. But beneath his gaze, his shoulders began to twitch.
Suddenly, his right hand darted out and in a desperate, frantic movement toward his lap, his fingers fumbled with his belt buckle. “Stop,” I said, calmly but firmly. He froze, looking like a schoolboy caught being naughty. “I…I’m sorry, Stella. I just…”
“You’re just weak,” I interrupted. “I gave you a simple command and you couldn’t even manage that for ten minutes. You think your impulses are worth more than my direction? Really?” He shook his head, breathless, but I saw his hand twitch again. He couldn’t help himself. Out came his cock, as he fapped hard enough to make himself breathless.
“You’re being very naughty, Mark,” I whispered, leaning closer to the lens. “And you know what happens to naughty boys who can’t keep their hands to themselves, don’t you?”
I picked up the small, weighted crop that sat on my desk and clicked it against the wood. The loud thwack echoed through his speakers. He flinched, but even then, his hand crept lower. “If you touch yourself one more time before I permit it,” I said, “I’m going to make sure you never want to touch yourself again. Do you understand?”
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