Watch helplessly.

You have no idea why you're letting her do any of this, and no idea why your body is frozen in place, unable to move an inch. You grip the armrests of your chair as teases the head of your cock with her fingernails, drawing out a thin trickle of precum from the tip. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a stick of lipstick. You expect her to apply a coat to her lips before she goes down on you, but inside when she twists the bottom the lipstick springs alive with thousands of vibrations. You gasp as she presses the tip of the lipstick vibe up against the head of your cock, sending ten thousand volts through your body. She rubs the vibe all around your glans, playing with the head of your cock as crystal-clear pre-cum oozes out and all down your shaft.

She grabs onto your balls, pulling your scrotum painfully as she continues to **** you with the tiny vibe, rubbing it all over your slit. Your hips jerk as if your body is trying to cum, but the combination of the cock ring and her iron grip on your balls stops you from doing so. Tears are rolling down your face as you can barely stand the intensity, the head of your cock growing bright red with sensitivity and rawness. She finally relents after about ten or so minutes, turning off the vibrator and licking it clean before depositing it back inside her clutch. Your crotch is an absolute mess, damp with fluids, and still aching for an orgasm that could never come. Your balls feel as if they are about to explode, filled to the brink with semen that has no outlet.

"You've got a lot of work to do today," she scolds, pinching a strand of thick pre-cum between her thumb and forefinger, "You can cum after you're done."