DESCRIPTION: I adore date nights. After all these years, just seeing him kneel in chastity at My feet, eyes wide, lips kissing My leather boots, it still makes Me wet. he knows his role, locked, obedient, and desperate. he doesn’t know what’s under My dress yet. But soon, he’ll feel it. A thick, beautiful strap-on, perfectly hard, perfectly Mine. I make him look in the mirror: Me in leather boots and a crop, him naked, leashed, and aching. his cock is swollen in its cage, useless. I’m the only one getting pleasure tonight. I let him caress Me, kiss My cleavage, and worship the key dangling between My big breasts. he’s breathless, needy. I want him more desperate. So I push his mouth down to My cock. I help him suck it, his eyes watering, throat tightening. I smile at his struggles. I lay him back on the bed, his legs open like the good toy he is. his hole is tight, untouched, but not for long. I spit on it, tease him with the tip, and then press forward. Slowly. Deeply. Deliberately. he gasps as I fill him completely. his caged cock turns dark with frustration. He moans under Me, helpless and aching. And I fuck him. Hard. Deep. Over and over. I grab his throat, his leash, his hips, using every part of him to bring Myself pleasure. This is how I fuck My husband. For My pleasure. My release. My control. he is Mine, and tonight, I remind him with every thrust. But I’m not done using him. I feel his hands on Me, stroking My ass, full of need. he’s been a good, devoted hubby. So I give him what he thinks he wants. I unlock the cage. And replace it with a vicious spiked ring. Now every throb brings pain. And still, I demand more. I want him on his knees behind Me, face buried in My ass, tongue worshipping every inch of Me. he knows what that means, pleasure for Me, suffering for him. he tries to stay soft. he fails. And I moan when he moans. his pain feeds My lust. When I finally release him from the Kalis Teeth, the marks are perfect. But he doesn’t get relief, he gets My cock. Bent over the chair, I make him watch in the mirror as I fuck him again, deeper this time. his ass stretches open, My strap-on pushing to the hilt. When I’m done, I lock him back up. That useless dicklet caged where it belongs. But just because his cock is out of the way doesn’t mean he’s done pleasing Me sexually. No release for him. Flat on the floor, in doormat position, he is ready to be used. I want to be pleased. With his tongue, not his dicklet. I sit on his face and ride it like I rode his arse, using his mouth for My pleasure. he feels the chastity cage pressing as My weight settles on him, My strap-on pressed against his face while his tongue works to please Me. I bounce on him. I use him. I fuck Myself on his face. he kisses and licks, giving Me everything I want. his caged cock twitches, aching. I moan as I come on his tongue, knowing he’s locked and denied. he did well. But not well enough. I think I’ll call My lover for the real fucking tonight.
