There are evenings where I secure my husband to a chair, gag him and then take my time doing my hair and make up just right, get dressed with some sexy lingerie under a sexy dress, slip on some heels, give a little modeling show, and then kneel between his spread thighs and give him a nice, slow caged blow job. Of course, he is moaning and trying to burst through the steel bars of his cage, but can never cum. When I finish, I like to say something like “ Just think. Had you kept your chastity fantasy to yourself and never told me, we could have had a wonderful evening out and finished with some incredible sex. Instead, you will miss out on having an orgasm again, but after I go have a glass of wine, you will give me plenty this evening.”
that beautiful sting ~
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What a pleasing situation to be in
(face down over their lap, cheeks reddening, crying out after the first solid swat)
“Count.”
“To what?” Fearful at the answer, already stinging from just one.
“I’ll tell you when we get there.”
Don't stretch her out - she'll lose all her shape
When he begs for release? I add a week to his chastity sentence. When he begs for release? I fuck him rough till he squirts through the cage.
When he begs for release? I release him...long enough to add some spikes! When he begs for release? I kick his balls till he stops...plus a few extra kicks.
When he begs for release? That's why I prefer the chastity cage with electrodes. When a shock fails to correct a specific behavior, the voltage punishing the offense increases. When he begs for release? He gets released. Edged. Edged. Edged. Edged. Edged. & locked back up with no O.
When he begs for release? Simple: sounding rod.
Ana de Armas