Flo arrived as my newest scissors captive, quiet and hesitant—qualities that only sharpened the pleasure of breaking him down. His startled reaction when I first began playing with his cock was especially satisfying. By the time our session ended, he understood precisely what the “Foxxy treatment” entailed. From the opening moments I kept him off-balance, pinning him under grapevine locks, schoolgirl holds, breast smothering, facesitting, and firm chokeholds. Whenever he managed a brief moment to breathe, I simply reclaimed control and started again. While I sat on his face I felt the unmistakable hardness beneath his pants and began stroking it through the fabric, watching how he responded. My signature reverse headscissors returned repeatedly: powerful thighs clamped around his neck, pressure climbing higher each time until he gasped and tapped. Three separate times I finished him with that hold. The first knockout caught him almost by surprise; once he recovered I locked him back in and delivered the second not long after. I also disciplined him in a tight reverse figure-four, forcing his face deep against my ass while he writhed uselessly, and crushed him in deep front headscissors that left his features flushed scarlet as he fought the squeeze. During one of the reverse headscissors I yanked his pants down and worked his cock with my hand. The whole time Flo remained trapped under me, utterly subject to my whims. Every struggle only increased my enjoyment of reminding him who held the power. The closing knockout was deliberate and absolute—I tightened with calm certainty, refused any escape, and watched his resistance fade until he went completely still. After I released him he stayed on the floor for a long stretch, drawing ragged breaths as awareness slowly returned. A shy victim is the most accommodating kind: I could do exactly as I pleased, and by the end Flo understood that better than anyone.
