Princess Kirstin's Feeding Handjob
Princess Kirstin strutted into her luxurious dining room, her long blonde hair cascading down her back. She was dressed in a figure-hugging red nylon dress that accentuated her voluptuous curves. Her high heels clicked against the marble floor as she made her way towards the dining table.
Her eyes fell on the handcuffed man who was already seated, his cock standing at attention in anticipation of what was to come. Princess Kirstin smiled devilishly and approached him, her red nylon feet making their way towards his face.
"Good morning, slave," she purred, her breath tickling his ear. "Are you excited for today's feeding session?"
The man couldn't answer; he was too busy trying to catch his breath as her feet came closer and closer to his face. He nodded eagerly, his eyes locked on her confident, dominant figure.
Princess Kirstin grinned wickedly and reached for his cock, beginning to stroke it gently with her soft, silk-covered hands. She loved the power she held over him; the knowledge that he needed her to survive was intoxicating.
"Today," she continued, her voice low and seductive, "you're going to have a very special treat. Not only will I be milking you to feed myself, but I'll also be feeding you with your own sperm."
The man groaned in anticipation as she increased the pace of her strokes. Princess Kirstin reached behind her and pulled out a small dish of sperm, still warm from his previous orgasm. She scooped up a generous amount with her fingers and brought it to his mouth.
"Open wide," she commanded, and the man obeyed, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting himself. Princess Kirstin slowly fed him the sperm, savoring the look of both pleasure and disgust on his face.
Satisfied with his reactions, she stood up and walked over to the bedside table where she had placed a tray of food. On it were slices of bread and burgers, all garnished with his own sperm.
"Time to eat," she announced, her voice full of authority. She reached down and grabbed his head, forcing him to look up at her as she slowly lowered his face towards the sperm-covered bread.
With each bite, she watched as his eyes widened in both pleasure and horror. It was a feeling she loved to see; it only made her dominance that much sweeter.
Finally, after several rounds of this intense feeding session, Princess Kirstin was satisfied. The man was weak and drained, but he had served his purpose. She uncuffed him and removed the nipple clamps with a gentle smile, knowing that tomorrow would bring new challenges and new opportunities for her to exercise her power over him.
"Don't forget," she reminded him as she walked out of the room, her red nylon feet leaving a trail of power behind her. "You only get your food every day if you're willing to eat your own sperm."
