THE RED BUTTON DILEMMAHe had no idea how many hours it had been since he’d woken up in her lair. Wha

THE RED BUTTON DILEMMAHe had no idea how many hours it had been since he’d woken up in her lair. What he did know was that his cock had been gently edged by her the entire time and that no amount of begging for release had swayed her. She just continued slowly, deliberately grazing her  long, black fingernails up and down its length to the point where it began to bob rhythmically and his balls lurched. Over and over… and over. He passed out for a third time.He woke again to the same desperate desire to cum. He found that his right leg had been untied. He felt something gently squeezing just below the head of his penis and on glancing down he saw that a cock ring had been placed there with a bullet vibrator at his frenulum. His captor had now stripped naked, gazing languidly into his eyes from a stool next to the bed. For the first time, she spoke to him.“You are master of your own destiny now. You control this vibrator.”He looked at the cock ring, up at his tied arms above his head, and quizzically back at her.“Next to your right foot is a button.”Sure enough, he saw a red button a couple of inches across and a couple of inches high where she said it was. He didn’t know if it had been there all along.“The button powers the vibrator. Enjoy.”After a few moments of contemplation he raised his right heel and rested it on the button. The vibrator whizzed to life and after the overload of the rest of his captivity the shock was too much. His cock lurched upwards and his free leg flew up, off the button, stopping the vibrator.He needed more.Tentatively, he raised his heel again, slowly lowering it onto the button. The immediate jolt of pleasure was almost overwhelming. It wouldn’t be long before he got his relief.After a few seconds intently watching his pleasured cock bob and leer, his captor stood up, picked up her stool and slowly moved to reposition herself to face the sole of his vibrator-controlling, free right foot. He barely noticed. She considered her new view for a moment before leaning in slightly.He was seconds away.“Are your feet, er… ticklish at all?” Her playfully posed question barely registered in his lust-filed mind, but the action that followed certainly did. She drew her index fingernail from his heel, up his arch to the ball of his foot.He yelped and kicked his foot. The vibrator stopped, leaving his cock bouncing hopelessly on the precipice for a moment before he reflexively placed his heel back on the button, chasing his orgasm.She immediately scribbled her nails below his toes and, again, he immediately kicked his foot away and the vibrator stopped. This time he paused and looked at her.“Oh, goodie! That’s a YESSSS! I do SO love to tickle feet. They held each other’s gaze over his throbbing cock as the battle of wits that was to follow crystalized in his mind.He was so ticklish… SO TICKLISH! He couldn’t bear it. But… he was so close… SO CLOSE! He couldn’t bear it. Slowly, he raised his foot over the button. She smirked.TO BE CONTINUED…? -- source link

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