I do love a challenge, especially when the odds are stacked in my favour. This gambler slave is deluded enough to believe that he could resist my charms. He has bet me that I cannot make him cum. Our high-roller game has the most valuable of stakes. He bets his virgin arse, against the very outside chance of him getting to play with his Mistress’s body. Truth is, I know that I could make him cum in moments, but I prefer his agony to last a little longer. Strapped to my medical bench, his resistance is useless against my years of experience in controlling men’s minds. Even a sight of the huge strap-on that I am going to thrust in his arse when he loses, cannot give him the superhuman strength he needs to resist me. One flirty look, and a lot of rubbing later, the inevitable happens. And like all good gamblers, I know how to quit when I’m ahead. His arse is going to get fucked and ‘No,’ I am not going to accept his offer of a ‘double-or-quits’ return match.