"What does he do?.............He covets.....he covets what he sees every day." Hannibal was right on the money. Behold the sniveling wimp boy. He would love nothing more than to play with Ms. Angela here. But, he is a wimpy pervert, not a man. Angela opts for the big boys.
However, he is one of the little pests we allude to in this series. Ladies, you can relate to the frail snit who is so annoying, you walk around school with a fly swatter in your back pack. Every place you go, he seems to materialize out of thin air. He does this because he wants to "sneeky peeky." He is waiting for that sliver of chance to take a nice look up your skirt.
When rebuffed, he throws his tantrum like you see here. Spreading rumors and lies about his fetish, soiling her reputation. Well, Ms. Angela is not going to tolerate this type of conduct. She has decided to give him a dose of corrective, aversion therapy, and do it outdoors, where others can watch the shame from afar.
Ladies, remember--the verbal taunting, teasing and humiliation, is just as vital to his therapy, as the actual, physical, rough, wrestling and pinning you shall administer to him. His feelings of terror are magnified because he cannot extricate himself from the sight he sees---your scent and slice, mere inches from his filthy face.
Commonly called "queening," this is where you alight upon your throne---his face. Make it raw, chafe it by moving yourself around, such that he cannot even take a drink of water, the rawness is so intense. Remember--he is terrified of being caught. Once he gets a faceful of fanny, front and related holds of restriction, he futiley struggles to run away.
In order to train him properly, he gets every type of facial abuse you can administer. He brutally receives the object of his fetish---on your terms. His terms are sneeking and peeking and perving and wankering. Once you expose his foibles, literally smear his mug into it, just like paper training your dog, he will learn to become compliant to you.
Over time, you shall learn to regulate his very being, his very existence. And the ultimate rush for the ladies-----regulating his wankering and release. Some ladies have said that this type of control is better than a climax themselves. The ultimate goal is to tame, train, shame and eventually totally domesticate.
A current honors student of ours, a MENSA girl, go figure, has only had fleeting thoughts about this type of fare. The thirst and eagerness to embrace and learn. An IQ of near 160 and she did not know what Otk or Cbt, edge/breath play was. Once the code was broken, she was so into it, that you could have swore she got wet pants, on the other end of the line.
When you become their "fix," the process is complete. If, and certainly when, the time may come, where you have to trade him in for a newer model, or better yet, have to explain to him, that you are stocking a stable of towel boys, that adjustment should be easier to implement. For now, enjoy.
About the viddy tutorial below---Relish how she forces herself into his face, but on her terms. Give him just one quickie look and taste, then its back to the scent of her magnificent knickers. With this type of sensory deprivation, he shall only "remember" your scent. This works wonders when he gets the temptation to stray and peek someplace else. And the outside shame. Look how the big boys tries to avoid the hi crotch pinfall. He cannot. He cried after this match, losing to a girl.
