Bound, Denied and Tormented: My Prisoner’s Night of Punishment

Tonight, I brought my prisoner into the punishment room after 12 long hours of confinement: his hands cuffed, legs tied, helplessly waiting. Now, his torment begins. Upon entering, I commanded him to kneel and worship my leather ass and feet. Then, stripping him of his pants, I had him sit down on the chair. I started with relentless edging, slapping his dick and balls with my hands and leather paddle just as he reached the edge. Despite his pathetic begging for release, I denied him. He’s here for punishment and pain, not pleasure. To intensify his suffering, I added my magic wand and used my heels for another round of edging, bringing him agonizingly close again. For added savagery, I lifted his balls with my hands and stomped them hard with my sharp heels. After endless edging, I bound his dick and balls with duct tape, leaving him tied, denied and in the anguish he deserves: just like the disobedient prisoner he is.