Milking Bench Tease Edging Session

Hello, pet, look at you all strapped down on my milking bench, your wrists and ankles bound tight, your body arched just right so your throbbing cock hangs fully exposed underneath, vulnerable and dripping for my wicked amusement. I'm crawling beneath you in my pink leotard, my breath hot against your skin as I tease with feather-light touches—fingertips grazing your balls, nails scraping along your shaft, building that agonizing ache without mercy. "Such a good boy, aren't you? Squirming and leaking while Mommy edges you from below," I purr, wrapping my hand around you for slow, deliberate strokes, stopping just as you tense up, denying that sweet release over and over. Feel the bench creak under your desperation, your moans echoing as I milk you relentlessly, whispering taunts like "Not yet, darling—hold it for me a little longer," until you're a trembling mess, begging for the climax I'll grant only when I'm satisfied with your torment.