Winner cums. Loser wears it. That’s the whole game, and I explain it while the loser sits caged and blindfolded with no idea when it’s coming. I keep him guessing, hinting there might be a whole line of guys and a surprise bukkake on the way. He hates cum more than any punishment I could think of, and I remind him he’ll taste it all night and feel it drying on his skin. The winner, meanwhile, is rock hard under my hand while I rub his balls. I ask the loser whether he wants the cock in his mouth or just the cum. Just the cum, he pleads. The winner, months without release, begs. So does the loser, in his own way. Then it happens: all over the face, into the mouth. Even the winner kneels afterwards to clean up the drips. Every slave loses eventually.
🖤 Mistress Mercy Rage 🖤 Do you deserve my Mercy… or my Rage?
Winner cums. Loser wears it. That’s the whole game, and I explain it while the loser sits caged and blindfolded with no idea when it’s coming. I keep him guessing, hinting there might be a whole line of guys and a surprise bukkake on the way. He hates cum more than any punishment I could think of, and I remind him he’ll taste it all night and feel it drying on his skin. The winner, meanwhile, is rock hard under my hand while I rub his balls. I ask the loser whether he wants the cock in his mouth or just the cum. Just the cum, he pleads. The winner, months without release, begs. So does the loser, in his own way. Then it happens: all over the face, into the mouth. Even the winner kneels afterwards to clean up the drips. Every slave loses eventually.