Sensei’s Private Lesson – Chapter 6.1** *(Femdom / small-penis humiliation / immediate orgasm / handjob / titjob / blowjob / edging – sole female, sole male)*

Sensei’s Private Lesson – Chapter 6.1**

(Femdom / small-penis humiliation / immediate orgasm / handjob / titjob / blowjob / edging – sole female, sole male)

The bedroom light was low and warm.

Sensei’s wife sat on the edge of the bed, completely nude except for the thin silver chain around her neck and the golden wristwatch that never left her right wrist. Her heavy breasts rested softly against her ribs, big areolae already slightly puffy. She looked at him with the same calm, faintly amused expression she always wore during these private lessons.

“Come here, Sensei.”

He stepped forward, already naked, small cock half-hard and twitching. She reached out with one hand, took the short length between two fingers, and gave it a single evaluating stroke.

“Still so little… Even after all this time.”

She lay back, spreading her legs, and guided him between them. The head of his small cock brushed her entrance. She was already wet—more from the power of the situation than from any real anticipation of what he could give her.

“Put it in. Slowly. I want to feel how little of you actually fits.”

He pushed forward.

The head slipped inside. That was almost the entire length.

Her inner walls barely parted. She looked down at the place where they joined, then up at his face, and smiled.

“That’s it? Already all the way?”

He tried to thrust. The small cock moved only a few centimeters.

“Sensei… you’re already shaking.”

One more shallow thrust and his body locked. A weak, watery pulse filled her. He came instantly, the thin load barely enough to register.

His wife’s expression did not change. She simply placed a hand on his lower stomach and kept him inside while the last weak spurts finished.

“Already? You came the moment the tip went in. How pathetic.”

She gave a soft, almost affectionate sigh.

“Pull out. Let me see the mess.”

He withdrew. A thin string of his own cum connected the small head to her entrance for a second before breaking. She reached down, collected a little of it on two fingers, and examined it under the light.

“So little… and so thin. This is what you offer your wife?”

She sat up, wiped her fingers on his stomach, and pointed to the floor in front of the bed.

“Kneel. We’re not finished. You came without permission. Now you get edged until I decide otherwise.”

Handjob

She remained seated on the edge of the bed, legs slightly open, while he knelt between them. Her right hand—still wearing the golden watch—wrapped around his soft, oversensitive cock.

“Look at it. Even after cumming it still tries to get hard. Cute.”

She began to stroke with deliberate, slow movements. Thumb circling the head, two fingers working the short shaft, occasional gentle squeezes at the base. Every time he twitched or his hips jerked she slowed down or stopped completely.

“Ah-ah. No thrusting. You don’t get to decide the pace.”

“Sensei… please…”

“Please what? Please let you cum again already? You just came inside me thirty seconds ago. Your little cock doesn’t get to be greedy.”

She spit into her palm and resumed the stroke, wetter now, the soft slick sounds filling the quiet room. Whenever the small cock reached full hardness she would stop, hold it still, and wait until it softened slightly before starting again.

“You’re leaking already. See? Even when I stop, it keeps dripping. Such a messy, useless little thing.”

She edged him for what felt like twenty minutes—bringing him to the brink with tight, twisting strokes, then releasing completely and letting the cool air make him throb in frustration. Each time she resumed she added a new variation: two-finger ring around the head only, slow palm-sliding along the underside, gentle tapping against the frenulum.

“Tell me how it feels.”

“It feels… too good… please… I can’t…”

“You can. You will. Because I said so.”

When his thighs started shaking she finally stopped and wiped her hand on his cheek.

“Handjob is over. Next.”

Titjob

She leaned back on her hands and pushed her heavy breasts together, forming a soft, warm valley.

“Put it between them. Since it can’t reach anything useful inside me, maybe it can at least enjoy this.”

He rose onto his knees and carefully slid the small, still-wet cock between the soft weight of her breasts. She pressed them together around him, completely swallowing the short length. Only the very tip peeked out from the top of the cleavage.

“Move. Slowly. If you thrust too hard I’ll stop.”

He began to rock his hips. The soft flesh squeezed and released around him with every motion. She watched his face the entire time, occasionally adjusting the pressure so that the head would pop free for a second before disappearing again.

“Does it feel nice, Sensei? Being completely buried in your wife’s tits and still looking so small?”

“Y-yes… it’s… warm…”

“Of course it is. But you’re still not allowed to cum. If you do, we start the whole lesson over from the beginning.”

She kept the pressure steady, sometimes bouncing her breasts lightly, sometimes holding them completely still so that only his desperate little thrusts provided any stimulation. Every time his breathing grew too ragged she would open her hands, letting the cool air hit the wet cock, and wait until he calmed down before closing them again.

“Look at how the tip keeps peeking out. It’s like it’s trying so hard to be noticed. Pathetic and adorable at the same time.”

She edged him like that for another long stretch—soft, warm, relentless denial—until a clear bead of precum sat permanently on the head and his hips were making tiny, involuntary circles.

“Enough. Pull out.”

Blowjob

She slid off the bed and knelt in front of him this time, bringing her face level with the small, glistening cock.

“Open your eyes. Watch.”

Her lips parted. She took the entire length into her mouth in one smooth motion. There was no struggle; the whole thing disappeared easily. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside while her lips sealed around the base.

She sucked slowly, cheeks hollowing, then released him with a soft wet sound.

“Even inside my mouth it feels tiny. I can barely tell it’s there.”

She took him in again, this time using only her lips and the very tip of her tongue to tease the head while one hand gently cradled his balls. Every time his hips tried to push deeper she pulled back, leaving him straining in empty air.

“Ah-ah. No face-fucking. You stay still. I decide how much you get.”

She alternated between long, slow sucks that took him to the root and light, almost ticklish licks across the slit. Whenever he got close she would pull off completely and blow cool air across the wet skin until the urge faded.

“You’re shaking again. Are you going to cum just from this? From your wife’s mouth treating your little cock like a toy?”

“I… I’m trying not to…”

“Good. Keep trying. Because the moment you cum without permission, the edging starts all over again. And next time I won’t be this gentle.”

She kept him on the edge for what felt like forever—mouth, tongue, occasional soft scrape of teeth, then nothing. His cock stayed rock-hard, shiny with saliva, the tip a dark flushed color. Precum ran down the short shaft in a constant thin line.

Finally she pulled off and looked up at him, lips wet, expression calm.

“You’ve been good enough for one more. But only when I say.”

She took him into her mouth one last time, sealed her lips tightly, and gave three slow, deep sucks.

“Now. Cum.”

The orgasm hit him like a weak, drawn-out spasm. A thin load pulsed across her tongue. She held it, then slowly pulled back so he could watch the small amount of white fluid rest on her tongue before she swallowed.

She stood, wiped the corner of her mouth with one finger, and looked down at the soft, spent cock.

“That’s all you had left. Still so little. Still so quick.”

She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Lesson over for tonight, Sensei. Next time we’ll see if you can last longer than the first thrust. Until then… no touching yourself. Understood?”

He nodded, still trembling.

She smiled, picked up the golden watch that had somehow ended up on the nightstand, and fastened it back around her wrist.

“Good boy.”

The room fell quiet again except for his uneven breathing and the soft sound of her walking to the bathroom, leaving him on his knees with the taste of denial still thick in the air.