Femdom Slave Training: CBT & Ruined Orgasm Handjob

Femdom and slave training with latex gloves just completely rewired something in my brain, and I have to tell you about it because it was honestly one of the most intense afternoons of my life. We started off so casually, me just sprawling on the bed thinking we’d mess around, but then she walked in fully transformed, all confidence and that sharp flick of her wrist snapping the gloves on, and I knew right then that nothing about this was going to be soft or equal. The moment those black latex fingers curled under my chin, she didn’t have to say a word; my body just submitted, every nerve ending already electric from that faint rubbery scent and the cool, slick pressure of her palm gliding over my chest. She moved through the slave training like it was choreography, forcing me to kneel, correcting my posture when I tried to look up, whispering about how my only job was to endure and obey her whims, and my heart was hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears. The CBT part snuck up on me, some playful squeezing that shifted into a firm, grounded pressure that pulsed right into my stomach, not really pain but this deep, helpless tingling that made my thighs tremble as she narrated how every flinch just proved her control, then the way she freed me felt like mercy version one just so she could doom me because that ruined orgasm handjob has messy written all over our memories. Her gloved fist was so tight and exquisitely dry around me that I was spiraling, chasing and begging, and when she felt my surge she pressed that merciless thumb just at the base, pinching off the valve of release, steering me off a cliff where nothing actually exploded. I came undone inside, this wild sob getting stuck in my throat while everything in my groin surged forcibly logjammed against her glove until it shut down, a squirmy silent janfour close that had me gasping like I was drowning, then when she peeled back the latex and tucked me away, still throbbing refuse saved in pale patience against his cozy despised emptiness, nothing left but sunshine gliver in shakes