These Are Mine

Jimmy gulped. Lois smiled, but didn't let go or tighten her grip. She could feel the sticky cum still on her face.

"Do you understand me, Jimmy? You've had your fun, and now I own your balls. You will only cum when and where I say—and if I find you jerking off, or sticking it into some skank without my express permission—I'm going to take them away. Do you doubt I could do that?"

"No Lois," Jimmy said, voice cracking a little...but Lois noticed the twitch in his cock, despite the fact that he had just come. Part of Jimmy was excited about this. Well, Lois could work with that.

"That's good Jimmy. Because I've got plans for you. And if you do exactly what I say, when I say it, we're going to have a lot of fun together...if you don't..." She gave a tiny squeeze, just enough to feel the rubbery eggs of his testicles in their little bag of skin.

Lois stood up, and still holding Jimmy, began unrolling a wad of toilet paper to clean the cum off her face and ass. The photographer could do nothing but wait quietly as she worked, and Lois was surprised at just how well their respective heights worked: she could stand up and keep a good grip on his balls without stooping one shoulder at all. Granted, that might be because Jimmy was walking on his toes a bit...but she didn't care.

After dumping the cum-damp tissue in the toilet, Lois pulled up her pants. Cleaning the cum off her face required going over to the bathroom mirror. She led Jimmy out of the stall, the warm sack a comfortable weight in her palm. In the mirror, she saw Jimmy, pants down around his ankles still, looking around desperately as if wondering what would happen if somebody else came in and saw him like this.

Lois finished cleaning the jism off her face, and looked at her ruined makeup.

"Well Jimmy," she said. "What am I going to do with you for the rest of the night?"