Ashtray’s Humiliation

Mug shot of Jim Morrison.
Mug shot of Jim Morrison. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Ashtray had been messaging me incessantly all night, with wicked tales of his infidelity to me with a homosexual janitor. I was seething, and he knew it. Ashtray, having a sadistic streak of his own took great pleasure in bringing about jealousy in me.

I have no problem with him being with his wife, this is to be expected.

To have wanton sexual fantasies lived out without my permission, or with out benefit of my control is a completely different story, and he knew he crossed the line.

I rather enjoy watching my slaves suck cock, so needless to say I was upset that I was not present to view Ashtray’s infidelity. I was however delighted to hear that the gentleman held back and did not allow Ashtray to receive the full load that he hungered for. Good enough for the pathetic cumslut!

I taunted Ashtray with messages about my smoking, and pulling his red hair out by the roots, as I fucked his ass. he begged me to put my cigarette out on his back as I did so, and I was quite tempted to do so, ha I been able to get my hands on him at that moment.

He needed some form of immediate punishment.

He called me from his bus stop, around two o’clock in the morning. Perhaps a little Public Humiliation was in order?

He was already aroused from hours of messaging, and I knew he was ripe for the picking.

It is a one mile walk from the bus stop to Ashtray’s house. This gave me ample time to domme him all the way home. knowing him as I do, i already knew that his pathetic ass was walking down the street with an erection. I promptly ordered him to put his hand his pocket and begin to stroke his cock as strolled down the street. his breathless sighs were music to my ears, and the thought of him getting caught for public wanking added to my pleasure. I forced him to increase his stroking the closer he got to his home. He did not resist me. He knew he had done wrong, and to be honest the exhibitionist in him was enjoying it as well.

With his home in his view i ordered him to shoot his load. He did as he was commanded. I felt somewhat vindicated as Ashtray walked home with wet pants, knowing he was reduced to being a Public Wanker.


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