Curiously Kinky

How much desperation?

Was she trying to see if it was possible for her to drive a man clinically insane from sexual frustration??

Unfortunately for him, if that was indeed her intent he was absolutely powerless to stop her.

His body was naked, spread, and bound securely to the corners of her bed...

His cock imprisoned in a cage of steel...

And his mouth rendered useless from the ball gag filling it, preventing his pleas for mercy.

Already she'd used his breast obsession against him, tormenting him by softly dragging and brushing her seductively attired breasts over his face, all but smothering him in feminine softness...

Then she'd descended down his body, making herself comfortable between his bound outstretched legs, allowing her lips, tongue, and fingertips to tease and caress along his quivering inner thighs... his trembling hips... then circling and tracing maddeningly all around the base of his caged, defenseless cock... all the while cooing and purring sympathetically as it bobbed and quivered as if pleading for attention...

And now moving back up his body, her voluptuous feminine curves hover tauntingly above him as she gazes down at him... slowly lowering herself until his head is now her prisoner, held captive between her silky thighs... her hips begin gently rolling seductively... her erotic heat, scent, and softness now gliding back forth along the ball gag preventing him from having even the slightest taste...

As she hears his muffled moans of desperation beneath her she laughs softly above him, her hands now cupping her breasts as her curvy hips settles down even lower upon him... enveloping his senses with feminine arousal while at the same time virtually smothering him once more in female softness...

With a throaty moan of lust her hips begin gently, rhythmically writhing.... using his feverish face and the ball filling his mouth for her own pleasure... grinding against him... her creamy wetness beginning to coat his face with her arousal...

What the hell, why not? You REALLY wanted to see her tits. But her kicks were devastating. After four, you were on your knees, clutching your balls in agony.

She pulled your pants and underwear down, exposing your cage with your dick straining against the bars. She gave a little playful pout. "Aww, that's right. No orgasms for you." She leaned forward anyway and wrapped her lips around the entire cage. You could feel her tongue playing through the bars, and it caused your cock to surge up against the spikes in the cage even harder than before. She pulled back as you gasped in pain, giving you a wicked laugh of amusement as she stood back up.

And the seat. You knew exactly what it was for, positioned right in front of your face like it was. But you didn't know until she sat in it that her weight would press it down, pushing multiple points of pressure down on your balls. Her full weight came down straight on your nuts, with safety stops to keep it from pressing far enough to do damage....barely.

As soon as she sat down in front of your face you were screaming in pain. Endless primal screams that only paused long enough for you to draw in another breath. Then she grabbed your hair and pulled your face deep between her thighs. The message was clear. The pain would continue until you made her cum.

Then you discovered another layer to your hell. As you began licking, her hips started grinding and rolling and rocking.