Will you settle into this paragraph, and let me ask you something? Does anyone else who does this grill their chastity boys for years about how it feels, all the different iterations? Have they read Freud etc., have they my knack with therapy role plays? From years ago, when a newbie named Mandy Marx was conversing with a boy while feathering their chastity-locked-dick with a little brush, to now.

I understand what it really feels like to be caged by me. That ache that you feel when you’re just trying to get hard for me and press against those cold bars but you can’t. I understand ...

Will you settle into this paragraph, and let me ask you something? Does anyone else who does this grill their chastity boys for years about how it feels, all the different iterations? Have they read Freud etc., have they my knack with therapy role plays? From years ago, when a newbie named Mandy Marx was conversing with a boy while feathering their chastity-locked-dick with a little brush, to now.

I understand what it really feels like to be caged by me. That ache that you feel when you’re just trying to get hard for me and press against those cold bars but you can’t. I understand your own gaps of fantasy. The shivers that erupt and cause pain and pleasure, in a perfect world. I hold your key, your pain, your pleasure. And I understand it. It gets me off too. This is so sexy, and so smart, so bratty, so entertaining, so high and low. So perfect, so flawed. Sorry boys.