The problem with long-term denial is that, while the thought of it arouses Me to no end ... in practice? It gets boring being so careful all the time. I want to ravage his body and work that cock relentlessly. I want him used up and exhausted. I want to make it dribble and drool. I want the satisfaction of knowing it was a "job" well done.

Black bra, black panties, black nails. He's reclined in the chair, inhaling Me while he hardens and swells in his boxers, preparing for whatever might be coming his way. If he seems nervous, maybe it's because he heard the jangling of the metal c...

The problem with long-term denial is that, while the thought of it arouses Me to no end ... in practice? It gets boring being so careful all the time. I want to ravage his body and work that cock relentlessly. I want him used up and exhausted. I want to make it dribble and drool. I want the satisfaction of knowing it was a "job" well done.

Black bra, black panties, black nails. He's reclined in the chair, inhaling Me while he hardens and swells in his boxers, preparing for whatever might be coming his way. If he seems nervous, maybe it's because he heard the jangling of the metal chastity cage in My robe pocket before I stripped down and mounted him.

I give him gentle stroking to start, using My warm, slick, slippery spit to lube his shaft. Teasing touches that frustrate him but don't satisfy. When I give him his first hard edge, I can see the blue-white precum leaking from the tip ... a rare occurrence for him ... and I'm like a shark smelling in the water. I'm going to ruin him. I've decided.

When he's thrusting and panting, I give him a good fingernail sounding. I muse aloud about of how thick and oozy his cum would look if I permitted just a little release. Then I hold his hips down and give him the Kung Fu grip so that his pulsating ruin is fully visible when he watches it back the next morning -- locked TIGHT in chastity.