Ponytail Punishment

I’m lying on a lounger, strangely unable to move. The air is thick with steam, my skin tingling under their gazes. Women surround me, their ponytails swaying as they whisper and giggle. One pulls out her hair tie, shakes her hair loose, and slides the band onto my cock like a ring. It tightens, sending a sharp thrill through me.

Another follows, then another. The bands stack, stretching my shaft, each one squeezing firmer than the last. My cock pulses, swelling, hardening, the pressure intoxicating. The women watch, their eyes gleaming with amusement, their fingers tracing over my skin without granting relief.

Ten bands. Fifteen. My cock is like stone, veins throbbing, trapped in their game. They revel in their power, teasing, tormenting, letting their nails graze me—bringing me to the edge, yet keeping release just out of reach.