In addition to Locktober, My video beta is still enduring a smothering ban. Last night I tied him to the chair and him to look on while I smothered the daylights out of one of My other good boys. Chastity cucked facesitting, if you will. Each time I glanced over to smirk, I'd see him sweating, eyes glazed over with frustration and desperate beyond words.

Once slave #2 goes home, I unlock the cage for his reward. The look of despair makes it hard to fathom that he's barely a third of the way through Locktober. I make a deal to edge him to a unsatisfying ruined orgasm but the cockrin...

In addition to Locktober, My video beta is still enduring a smothering ban. Last night I tied him to the chair and him to look on while I smothered the daylights out of one of My other good boys. Chastity cucked facesitting, if you will. Each time I glanced over to smirk, I'd see him sweating, eyes glazed over with frustration and desperate beyond words.

Once slave #2 goes home, I unlock the cage for his reward. The look of despair makes it hard to fathom that he's barely a third of the way through Locktober. I make a deal to edge him to a unsatisfying ruined orgasm but the cockring stays on. My nails graze up and down his shaft teasing him to the brink of madness. He sees My dreaded thumb coming but I have his complete submission. The ruined orgasm is both delightfully disgusting for me, but depressingly disappointing for him. Slow motion replay of the moneyshot at the end of the clip, too. You're welcome.