A tight hole for him

She sat on the edge of the bed, completely naked, legs slightly parted so he could see the soft, well-used pussy and ass that no longer belonged to him. His wrists were bound above his head, ankles secured, leaving him stretched out and helpless on his back. His small, soft clitty lay against his lower stomach, already twitching with need.

She held up her right hand and formed a tight little circle with her thumb and index finger—so small the opening was barely wider than a pencil eraser.

“Look,” she said, smiling down at him. She lowered the tiny ring until it hovered just a few millimeters above the head of his clitty. “This is all you get today. My real holes don’t even notice something this small anymore. Master stretched them so good and so deep that your little shrimp wouldn’t register at all. So I made you a special hole. Just for you.”

She didn’t wrap her fingers around him. She didn’t stroke. She simply kept the circle perfectly still above him and waited.

He stared at the tiny opening, breathing harder. His hips lifted off the mattress, trying to push the head of his clitty up into the tight ring of her fingers. It barely fit. The soft skin squeezed through the narrow circle for a second before slipping back out. He thrust again, harder, desperate to keep it inside.

She laughed—bright, genuine, delighted.

“Aww, look at you. Humping the air just to feel the inside of my fingers. That’s so fucking pathetic.” She kept her hand completely still, forcing him to do all the work. “Master’s dick is so fat and long it opens me up every single time. When he pushes into my throat I can feel it pressing against the back of my neck. When he fucks my pussy I can feel it in my stomach. And you? You’re down here thrusting like a little bitch just to get two seconds of friction from my fingers.”

He kept going—short, frantic upward pumps, the head of his clitty squeezing into the tiny hole again and again, only to slip free each time. Every successful little thrust made her giggle.

“That’s it, shrimp. Keep trying. Maybe if you work hard enough you’ll get to feel something for three whole seconds.” Her voice stayed soft and almost sweet. “Master came so deep in my ass last night I was still leaking when I got home. Thick, heavy ropes. Your little clitty couldn’t make a drop that big even if I let you cum. Which I’m not going to.”

He whimpered and thrust faster, hips jerking, the small head of his clitty repeatedly forcing its way into the tight finger-circle before falling back out. The effort made his stomach tense and his thighs shake.

“You’re never going to stretch me again,” she continued, watching him with open amusement. “Not my pussy, not my ass, not my throat. Those belong to Master now. You’re just the little whiteboi who gets to watch and clean up after. And right now you’re not even good enough for a real handjob. You have to fuck my fingers like a desperate little slut.”

She laughed again as he kept thrusting uselessly, the tiny circle never moving to help him, never closing around him, never giving him the release he was so frantically chasing.

“Keep going, baby. Show me how hard my Master’s favorite toy has to work just to feel anything at all.”.