beginning-chastity

I know my hubby loves me, because he let me lock his cock in a cage and although sometimes a little reluctant goes over my knee.

Yes I know he loves me, as I edge his beautifully engorged masculinity again and again using it’ s tears as lube, my hands gripping lightly glide up and down feeling each ridge, each swollen vein, listening to his plea’s and begging, his gasps and moans, feeling the furnace of testosterone burning within him, his air humping hips, smelling his musky scent holding his balls in my hand and feeling them dance until I believe he can’t take any more and then without allowing him an orgasm I simply wait gently caressing him stroking his abs, his chest where his heart is pounding, his inner thighs causing his balls to dance again then when he’s calm I slip his weakened masculinity back in its cage for me and just me, his wife, his woman, his queen, his goddess, his empress, his female to play with again … whenever I want to …