My Japanese slave

how I miss him. he moved back to japan to care for his ailing parents, I cannot fault him for that; but how I miss playing with him. I remember one time he came over and I was putting on open-crotch pantyhose, and discussing why I love wearing them, how erotic it was to be touched through them, he told me he had never worn them himself. I had to remedy this immediately. he was awkward putting them on but looked fantastic in them. I admired him, ran my nails over his thighs and his newly erect cock. he was the rare slave blessed with a large cock and I loved to admire it, tease it, torment it and use it for my own pleasure whenever it suited me. I bound him to my bed, and placed my pussy on his mouth, suffocating him with it as I tickled and teased him with my nails. once my pussy was dripping, I reached for fabric shears and cut out his cock which was pressing painfully against his hose and dripping through them. I instructed him to be very careful and not to move a hair as fabric shears would have taken off his manhood if he flinched. I rested my breast on top of his cock after I had slapped and squeezed it painfully. it gave him a moment relief before I took to giving him pain via my incredibly sharp nails that equated any pleasure I gave him. his nipples and torso surely paid the price for my sliding a condom on his cock with my mouth before choking an arousing amount of fear out of him. I found his fear incredibly hot and slowly took his big beautiful cock inside of me. anytime he showed an intense amount of pleasure from my thrusting upon him, he was given pain to meet it. he struggled in his bindings like this until I was ready to cum, all the while building his orgasm until it became painful and unbearable. I told him that he could only cum when I did, which would be at the count of 10. he failed and went home in pain.