“Uh, uh!”

She smiles, like no,

Hand on hip, dirty blonde hair

Scarlet silk blouse,

Black pencil skirt, hitched up,

And wags her finger in his face,

“You naughty boy,

A big disgrace.

Let’s begin again,

Shall we?”

“Oh Christ!” he groans

As her fingers curl

Around him,

Red fingernails meeting

A red thumbnail,

Engulfing

His thickness,

And again she begins to work him

Up and down,

And,

Up, and up

And down,

Slowly, teasing,

As he writhes

Against the wall he is tethered to,

His flannel suit pants, pooled

Around his ankles,

His shirt ripped open,

His semi naked body, hers

To toy.

His oozing pre cum,

Froths at her beating fist,

His anguish written

On handsome features,

She loves to tease,

Until he almost,

Almost cums,

Hard,

And then her hand is gone,

And his cock twitches,

Against the naked air.

“Please,” he cries,

Desperate,

Aching with desire,

A need denied,

Making his lust for her,

Overwhelming.

And she is so good,

The Master, the Mistress

Of just when to

Knead his cock, and balls to bursting

And then to leave him

On the edge

Of madness

Begging her,

Pleading with her,

Needing her,

Like no one

Has ever been in love before.

2015.