CBT and Leather Worship: Merciless JOI, Tease and Denial

Completely restrained in my CBT humbler and spreader bar, my slave kneels before me, vulnerable and ready to suffer as he deserves. I command him to worship my maxi skirt and stiletto boots, making him to kiss and lick them. When I've had enough of his pathetic devotion, I order him to jerk off for me, only to take over with a ruthless bootjob, bringing him dangerously close. But his torment is far from over. I throw him onto his back, asserting full control over his helpless body. My leather boots crush him beneath me as I step, stomp and punish his balls and cock. I dictate exactly how and when he edges, controlling every desperate second of his suffering. As his craving to worship my boots grows, I deny him, teasing him by keeping them just out of reach, inches from his face. The session ends as it should, with a final round of stomping and whipping, leaving him denied and in agonizing pain.