After facesitting and smothering and scisorholding our helpless, rope-bound gimp, Andrea Rosu and I decide to give my slave boyfriend the ultimate gift: we'll touch his cock. More than touch his cock, we'll edge it. Together. He's so fucking hard from having both of our asses in his face at once that he could nut at any minute, so the challenge is how long we can keep him on edge... But first, a game! Can my slave gimpy tell whose hands are whose when he is blindfolded by the hood? Will he know the edging hands of his owner?

Of course the facesitting doesn't end just because we've decided to give slave gimpy a cocktease. Andrea Rosu and I continue sharing our human seat while gently edging him with our hands. Both of our hands teasing and twisting and pinching his cock in different directions, ass on his face -- has his cock ever been harder? We laugh with each fleeting firm touch we give him, feeling him gently thrust underneath our slippery guidance. And clearly, it's working. His mind goes wild while blindfolded in bondage, feeling both of our hands gliding over his cock...

PART I. I have gimpy in a full rubber catsuit, ready to restrain him onto a chair for full immobilization. Bit by bit, I take away his physical movement and senses: first with a latex sensory deprivation hood that covers everything, next with shiny PVC ballet boots that mold his feet into a point, third with straps up and down his entire body, and finally with chains to suspend his ballet boots off the ground. A slow, sensual rubber bondage set-up for all you immobilization fetishists who love to see the action behind-the-scenes PART II. Now that gimpy is all tied up and restrained, it's time to tease him and edge him until he can't take it anymore. After all, I love a good denial. I rub my hands up and down his hard cock, knowing that him being in bondage makes him harder and harder. My fingers glide over his cock, and I feel it twitching in my hands in desperation. He doesn't know if he'll be allowed to cum yet, but his anticipation and fear gets me wet. The shine of his lubed up cock excites me, and I finally let the intrusive thoughts win: I take a chomp and his hard cock. He yelps, and I know that this is something I'll need to keep on doing... PART III. After all of that intense biting and edging, I've decided to finally be generous to him. I'll just edge him. And edge him. And edge him. Him being in the rubber gimp suit, sendep hood, and strict bondage is getting him harder and harder -- so I'll let him cum. But you know where that cum has to go? He'll need to swallow it, of course.

Andrea Rosu and I keep on edging my shared subby hubby. He's already so hard from both of us teasing him -- how much harder can he get? Much harder, it turns out. We squeeze his cock more and more, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. He's so close, so fucking hard, so on edge while my ass sits on his face... the sensation of him being bound and helpless for two Dommes while we take control of his manhood might be too much for him...

PART I. Today's toy is strung up on the St. Andrew's cross, ready to get whipped and tormented to my pleasure. I want to see how much he can take for me, and I start him off with a flogger, giving him a thorough warm-up. His skin grows redder and redder, and then it's time for the cat o' nine tail. It rips at his back until he breaks down sobbing and crying, and I command him to take more for me in service to me. He does so willingly, crying and whimpering throughout. Good boy. Part II. After his emotional whipping, it's time for caning. I start with a rattan cane, giving him red parallel strokes on his ass. He yelps, cries, and moans, and I increase the intensity. I add in the strokes until he cries again, broken down and with no choice to take more. And as he cries, I encourage him to take more for me, in service of his Da ddy. Part III. It's time to use what was told to me was an extremely severe toy -- a pizzle sjambok. Will he be able to take it? Or will he break down crying like with all the other implements? His tears don't matter to me, of course. They're just a reminder that I've broken him fully, and that I will continue breaking him down through beatings on his ass until I am satisfied with his level of service. This is a real scene with real tears.