[Her eyes shine for a moment to see her wordless command obeyed so smoothly. What a good boy she has, and all hers for a time yet to come.

Ah, but she wants to see him beg...it won't feel as good until he does, even as he looks so delectable already; he wears his shame and humiliation as a second skin and she cannot get enough of the look of him. It's all she can do not to hold her own face with her delight.

Instead, she focuses on his cock, her foot moving in long strokes on the shaft. Her stockings do not chafe at all, but instead, feel so silken and smooth against him. Her other big toe draws more circles around his smooth head.

Then she transitions, both feet flanking his cock as her suddenly starts to stroke him hard and fast between them.]