Hey all, Myles here! So I feel silly. Gwen has a few short stories already done for posts she had lined up and was just waiting on me to edit the actual videos for the 10th Anniversary shares she's been doing, so I'll shut up and let her words take it from here.

**Like all good days, bad days are also unique in experience. Therefore, there is no cure-all remedy for each and every one of them. Some bad days are best corrected with him on his knees mouth fucking every soft, plump, perfect wrinkled... And some bad days? Well, they're not.

For some of these days, the only thing that sounds good to me, is being mean to him!

I told him I was done! Had enough for one day, and that we were going home early. "WE." This time the “meeting” was simple: He was about to get hogtied on my bed so I could entertain myself with his oddly cute, sensitive, ticklish feet. And if I felt like playing with his nipples and cock afterward… that would be my decision to make.

He had already made it easier for me. Those high-end sheer dress socks he likes to wear under his dress shoes always leave his soles extra soft and stupidly reactive. I took full advantage, starting with those silly nylon socks still on. Tickling, kissing, lazy sucking on his toes through the ultra sheer fabric while he tried (and failed) to contain himself, his socks simply making my every touch feel more electric.

Once I was ready, I ripped them right off, one at a time, freeing those strangely cute soles so I could repeat my process. (The sounds he makes are even more impressively confusing than his cute man-soles...) Giggles, moans, little helpless sounds the entire time. Cute. Pathetic. Mine.**

**When I’d had enough of his feet, I went downstairs.

Snack. Glass of red. I left him exactly where he was — hogtied, squirming, waiting — and took my time. About an hour later I came back, flipped him over so his nipples and cock were accessible, and pulled out the new makeup brushes. Light, teasing strokes across his nipples first. Then firmer, more deliberate ones in between tweaking and tickling them with my fingers and nails while I watched him twitch and unravel.

His sounds had already "inspired" me more than enough to want to let (make) him cum; I mean, the tickling and worship on his feet alone had made him desperate, so I knew he was ready to blow. When I was done playing, I wrapped my hand around his cock and pumped a big, hot load out of him all over his cute, quivering stomach!

Yep. Some days I want to be pampered. Other days I just want to use him until he can’t think straight. This was one of the other days.

To Be Continued...**

xoxo

-Gwen