Time to inspect further down

You let Doe go and he collapses forward into the bed with a cute little squeak. His eyes flicker to you, shocked and panicked, but there's a haze of lust over his pretty pupils that makes you grin. No matter that he's terrified of you, he can't help but be aroused by your skillful fingers. You can't wait to see how he reacts once you start touching even more sensitive bits.

You lean back over your wriggling prize, hands reaching to the knot that binds his hands and feet together. You pull the ropes apart with the skill of a sailor, freeing him from the strict hog-tie. Before he can let his legs lie flat you grab him by the ankles and gently lower them to the bed. Better he learn now that you're the one in control.

"Move and I'll punish you." You drawl, in a voice dripping with sultry threat. Doe goes stiff. He's still bound round the wrists and ankles so he's not going anywhere, but now he's too afraid to even twitch. Just the way you want him, so you can get to exploring the rest of his lovely body.

Your rough hands settle on the small of his back, your thumbs finding the two adorable dimples above his plump bottom. The perfect place to hold on once you have him mounted on your strapon.You're amused at how very girly he looks from this angle. When you're fucking him, it'll be hard to convince yourself he's not female.

You let your fingers drift up and down, teasing towards the places you really want to touch and enjoying his nervous shivers under your palms. You're playing with yourself as much as him, letting anticipation build inside you as he grows more and more anxious.

At last, you can hold back no longer. Your hands dart down and you seize his perfect butt in a firm grip. A moan of delight escapes your parted lips as your fingers sink into soft, pampered flesh. You squeeze hard. Slivers of snow-white skin bulge and jiggle between your fingers. Doe squeals in pain, wriggling in your grasp.

"I told you not to move." You growl, easing your grip slightly. Your hands settle on top of his delicious butt, possessively cupping those perfect cheeks. They're all yours now, along with every other part of him. "That's one punishment you've earned yourself." He lets out a soft, scared moan through the gag and you smile coldly. In truth you were always going to punish him anyway, but it's nice to have an excuse.

Just a few places you still want to touch, and then it'll be time for him to pay for his naughtiness. You spread his perfect cheeks apart, ignoring his anxious whimpers. Between those two lush mounds, his cute little butthole is pink and hairless. It's deliciously tight. Licking your lips, you run a lingering finger up and down his crack. The ring of muscle winks and twitches as your caress brushes over it, like it's trying to suck something inside. So eager to get filled. You'll oblige him soon enough.

Glancing up for a moment, you can see there are tears of shame dribbling down his blushing face. Oh dear. It seems he thinks he won't enjoy you playing with his butt. Too bad. You'll teach him better, and soon he'll be nothing more than your eager little boyslut bouncing on your strapon.

You lean down, staring between his girly thighs again. His tiny cock is twitching, halfway between hard and soft. At least one part of him his honest. Holding his butt down with one hand, you let the other drift down, teasing closer to that pathetic little thing. He gasps into the gag as your long caress circles his tight little sack, ghosting over the sensitive skin between his butt and cock.

You hold him in delicious suspense for a moment, your fingers hovering so close to his little pink head you can feel the heat from the stiffening shaft. He's fully hard now, not that there's much difference. You can see his **** eagerness in every twitch of that pathetic cock. Smirking to yourself, you pull away, savouring the disappointed moan he can't quite suppress. Another thing he'll have to get used to from his new Mistress.

You're not going to touch that tiny cock and neither is he, ever again. Soon enough you'll have it caged to avoid all temptation and he'll only get to see it when you free him for a daily, torturous wash with a feather brush.

Boys are all the same. So focused on tugging away at their favourite toys. You mean to break him first, take that pleasure away from him and make him utterly reliant on your fingers and your strapon for any hope of release. He'll learn to beg and plead and serve for the chance to be bent over your bed and railed hard until you pound a prostate orgasm out of his twitching butthole.

Biting your lip, you pull away, letting him go at last. You tower above him at your full height, glaring down with the full authority of a Mistress in her element. He'll love and adore and fear you soon enough. That last one comes first, and though he's already terrified, you mean to forge that fear into something you can work with. Not terror of his life, but panic at the thought of disappointing you.

"Pet, it's time for your punishment." You sneer.