Saturday night's negotiation was no joke -- My boy is two days into his strict 10-day, no-edging chastity sentence and needier than ever. The slightest, lightest touches have his cock straining purple in the cage ... the only solace I can offer him is to forget about it entirely and let My ass and thighs consume him for the evening. So is it cruel or kind of Me to wear his favorite panties for the squeeze when he knows his dick will be completely ignored?

His pathetic "It's too tight, Mistress" and complete inability to stay lucid only makes me want to bear down harder until h...

Saturday night's negotiation was no joke -- My boy is two days into his strict 10-day, no-edging chastity sentence and needier than ever. The slightest, lightest touches have his cock straining purple in the cage ... the only solace I can offer him is to forget about it entirely and let My ass and thighs consume him for the evening. So is it cruel or kind of Me to wear his favorite panties for the squeeze when he knows his dick will be completely ignored?

His pathetic "It's too tight, Mistress" and complete inability to stay lucid only makes me want to bear down harder until he's weeping and so very thankful for the opportunity his tiny device affords him -- more time under me, his struggle and denial turning Me on more and more the worse he gets. After he's been in and out, I let him take a long "break" under my ass, tired and relaxed and full of worship. Just how I like him.

When he's truly exhausted and feeling the overwhelm of everything that I am, I sit My shiny snug satin panties right over his face and bring him home to Me.

Then I spit on his cage.