Skilled Handiwork from Mistress Brianna
I’m sure it doesn’t come as a surprise to you that most women dismiss the
importance of skilled, ahem, handiwork. After all, we figure you’ve been
doing that to yourself for decades, what could we possibly bring to the
masturbation table that you haven’t already done a few thousand times? And
so we ignore it and moved on to other things. Now, you generally don’t mind
this – and definitely encourage such a progression! – but a few years ago, I
decided to look at it differently…
You boys must really love the way a skilled pair of hands feels because you
spend so much time stroking it yourselves. Some of you have even developed a
6 times-a-day habit! And so I set out to acquire the level of
exper*tease*to make your own cock-strumming feel amateurish. Thanks to
the racy wonders
of craigslist, I waded through the predictable slurry of “let’s just meet
and I’ll teach you” emails and, lo and behold, found a young man who was
quite obviously a fetishist about hand-jobs. I met up with him two or three
times for a couple of hours and brought my straight-A student attitude. My
instructor and guinea pig turned out to be puffy, pale and high-voiced (a
much better candidate for a little coy humiliation, really), but boy did he
know his hand magic!
So here’s my favorite technique to start with, whether it’s on the phone or
on the couch, or floor, or bed, or anywhere I else I think I can get away
with it.
The first thing I have you do is sensitize the head of your cock and wake up
alllll the nerve endings. In a move I call The Head Swirl, you start by
fully extending your fingers and tautening the palm of one hand. Pour some
lotion right in the center of your flattened palm, then, while holding your
shaft with your other hand, tap the head of your cock with the cool lotion.
Very, very lightly, gyrate your palm over the very tip in slow little
circles – you should notice heightened sensation within half a minute. Mmm….
Now tilt that hand all around the cockhead, expanding the circle so that no
part of your head is left unloved. Remember, extremely light, feathery
contact! I know, it sounds so simple and yet the rush of sensation at your
own light touch will have you moaning in the same way you do after your
first taste of a decadent dessert – yes, that anticipation of more and more.
As a footnote to my strange-but-true introduction to the world of male
masturbation… would you believe I still get emails from boys to whom I gave
one hand-job (and nothing more!) years ago? Apparently, they still fantasize
about it, to the point where they use the memory to get through an
unsatisfying round of “real sex”. Now if that doesn’t speak volumes about
the quality of a guided masturbation session with me, I’m not sure what
will.
Feel free to enjoy an audio version of this here:
eroticaudios.com/content/Brianna/BriannaGuidedMasturbation1.mp3
The art of the tease is pretty simple for Me. All that is needed is a
Here I come across the shiny tile floors, all you can hear are my 5 inch black leather heels tapping on the floor. *click* *click* Coming closer and closer. You hear me but can’t see me. Your sitting in your favorite chair in the middle of the room. I reach around and blind fold you. You’re a little nervous but just taking in my scent calms you so. Rubbing my breast against your back and reaching around to feel the rise in your jeans. You’re very aroused and excited for what’s coming…
Tease and Denial is my way of teasing a man mercilessly to the brink of orgasm over and over again and never actually giving him any relief. The extended erotic agony of no relief for the man, although it is extremely frustrating, can also be blissfully enjoyable to me! I know I am powerful enough to tease and deny you enough so you will end up being putty in my hands!
What can I say? Making a man all worked up, breathless and frustrated over me, totally makes my day. Taunting and teasing you is pure entertainment for a devious brat such as me. I understand how weak you are when it comes to the opposite sex, and there is nothing as powerful as using this knowledge against each and every one of you. I love it when I’m outside the front of my house cleaning my car and I catch you staring out your front window watching me. You think you are being discreet by hiding behind the curtains but you really don’t realize how much fumbling you’re doing to make the curtains move. Besides it never fails, every time I’m outside the same thing keeps happening. I just have to giggle to myself because of how hard I must make you to risk looking like a dum dum everytime I’m out there doing something.
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