Oh my, Miss Harper has my head spinning, both of them.  And of course I love it like the tease boy I am.  She is pushing me constantly and holding me right on the very very brink of orgasming.  And of course She loves every second of it.  She knows just what buttons to press, and what straps to tighten.  Currently I feel like I’m in Her little maze with no exit, just finding dead end after dead end.  And Miss Harper just teases & enjoys every second of it.  Miss Harper has such high standards, that I try so hard to live up to them, as she continually pushes me to do more than I think I can.  She just giggles & know that I’m just right at my breaking point.  But then I think She’ll calmly walk me away from the edge, and prep me for the cycle to repeat again and again.  Miss Harper just has this perfect way with Her words, and knows exactly what sort of traps to put in front of a boy.  It is like everytime I get to chatting with Her, those traps get tighter and tighter.  Currently I am about at a loss of words, because this essay is in respect to Miss Harper and how much She can push me to the edge, as I’m dripping away.  So desperate, which She turns into Her pleasure and then just recycles that into tough and tighter teases.  And of course it always helps to have a photo of Miss Harper open off to the side for that extra motivation & inspiration.

I was chatting with Dripper on Saturday night / Sunday morning, when he asked me for an assignment. I told him to go forth and write me an essay all about how much he loves tease and denial at my hands. I do love every opportunity to practice my cock control, and knowing that by controlling Dripper’s cock I got him to write me a lovely essay just brings a smile to my face!

Well done, Dripper.