My little piggy is now lying bound and powerless before me once again, ready for the next stage of his training. I’ve decided to keep him in a constant state of arousal—an exquisite form of torment for a cock-hungry slave like him.

With my long, sharply painted fingernails, I first just tickle his balls before slowly running my fingers along his tiny little cock. His whole body twitches at every touch, and his eyes grow wider as his little cock gets harder than ever before.

Then I take a generous amount of lube and spread it liberally over his little cock. Slowly I begin to jerk him off, gently at first, then harder, faster and faster, until he moans and trembles. His breathing quickens, his hands clench into fists—he’s in the verge of coming.

At that very moment, I stop. His face is a picture of agony and despair as I show him, with a contemptuous smile, how his “reward” is slipping away from him. I wait a moment until his arousal subsides a bit before starting again.

Sometimes with my fingernails, sometimes with plenty of lube—I constantly switch up my techniques to keep him on the brink of madness. His little cock is constantly hard, throbbing and begging for relief he’ll never get without my permission.

I could play with him like this for hours, bringing him to the brink of orgasm over and over again and then letting him down. His pitiful whimpering is music to my ears as I make it clear to him that his little cock belongs only to me and I decide when he gets to come.

How long should I keep him in this state of constant arousal today, my little wanker?

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Today I tied my little piggy securely to the bed so he can't move while I teach him a lesson. Even my “gentle whip” on his bound, full balls is enough to make him moan—he really suffers sweetly, the little sausage.

I play with his tiny little cock and show him what he could have if he were a real man. But his thing is just a little, soft noodle that could never properly satisfy a woman like me. He gets to watch as I treat him and make it clear to him that his place is only as a plaything for a goddess like me.

His pitiful whimpering is music to my ears as I test his limits and demonstrate his compliance to him. He knows full well that he’s only here to fulfill my whims and comply with whatever I deem fit.

Would you want to be in his place, my little servant?