Poppie strutting into the seedy backroom dungeon, a veil of smoke swirling around her curvy form. She’s the epitome of a pin-up girl – voluptuous, with honey-blonde curls and cat-eye makeup – but beneath that sugary façade lies a darker, more dominant nature.
“Alright, boys,” she purrs, her voice dripping with seductive menace, “let’s get this show on the road.” Three eager-to-please submissives await her, their eyes wide with anticipation and fear.
Poppie selects the first, a lanky young man named Tommy. With a wicked grin, she drags him over to a steel chair, spinning it around to face her. “Time to see how well you can perform for your mistress, hmm?” Her fingers deftly unfasten his belt, yanking down his pants to expose his hardness.
“I want you to edge for me, Tommy. Keep yourself on the brink of climax, but don’t let yourself come.” Her hand wraps around his throbbing member, giving it a teasing squeeze. “If you do, you’ll be getting a sparking right across your ass. Am I clear?”
Tommy swallows hard, nodding vigorously. Poppie chuckles, a throaty sound, and sets him in the chair, his straining erection bobbing with each ragged breath. She steps back, folding her thick arms beneath her ample bosom.
“Now, let’s see what you’re made of.”
As Poppie watches, Tommy begins to stroke himself in earnest, his hand moving in tight, desperate circles. She allows him a few pleasured moments before swooping in, her palm cracking against his exposed rear in a sharp slap.
“Careful, boy,” she warns, her voice low and conspiratorial, “your mistress isn’t here to coddle you. You’ll learn to take what she gives and beg for more…or suffer the consequences.”
Tommy cries out, his hips bucking involuntarily before he forces himself to still. Poppie nods, seemingly pleased, and steps back again, eyeing her other two subs with a calculating gaze.
“Who’s next for a lesson in self-control?” she purrs, her grin sharp with sadistic glee. “And don’t think you’re off the hook, either of you. You’ll all be put to the test before the night is through.”
With that, Poppie turns her attention back to Tommy, her eyes glinting with dark promise as she commands, “Continue, my obedient little edger. Make me proud.”
And Tommy, his will trembling but determined, does just that, enduring her watchful eye as he bears down, fighting the urge to let go and surrender to bliss…for now.