Coming back home, I had a major urge to cum and pull on my pathetic excuse for a wiener, which my mistress calls, with a big smile on her face, an undersized dick! As I enter my mistress’s fortress, she immediately orders me to sit on the floor. Taking off my belt and unzipping my pants, she then tells me to hold my own dick because she doesn’t want to touch it or even be near it. She usually doesn’t even want to see it. No time for this stuff... Then, while I’m sitting on the floor with my pathetic excuse of a wiener in my hand, I look at my perfect mistress smoking her cigarette as elegantly and classy as she is. Watching the smoke escape her soft lips and hearing her tease me with her sexy growl, I see the lioness herself. Now she’s finished her smoke. She stands up and walks sternly toward me. With ruthless eyes, she looks down at me, and the only thing she says is: “Make sure you don’t make a sound while you tug that thing between your legs as I take my shower!” “A luxurious shower in my oasis bathroom.” “And when I’m done taking my shower, I’ll smoke another cigarette, and another one, and then I’ll have my slave pour me a whiskey on the rocks.” “And keep your mouth shut.” “Only with my permission are you allowed to have your orgasm.” P.S.: “Tonight you will beg for it.” “I’ll make sure of that.” “And tomorrow? I’ll think about letting you have a cum.”