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I am a very passionate, creative,deliberate and skilled dominant woman. I want you know I can be sometimes a strict mistress, but never cruel.

This is a rule I strictly enforce. He has adapted over time so that he can wear his chastity device at all times now so I keep it locked on him unless I play with him. I’m not as strict as some women when it comes to rationing his orgasms.

I generally only make him wait seven to fourteen days between releases. However, I am very strict in how he has that orgasm. I never give him the slightest chance to masturbate on his own.

Before his chastity device is removed, he is restrained very well. Whether I fuck him, use my hand, or just tease and deny him is purely my choice and I never tell him in advance what I am going to do to him. He is helpless and just along for the ride. It is locked back on every time before releasing him from the restraints.

The reason I do it this way every time is because I want to ensure he isn’t thinking about some random woman when he feels the pleasure, but is thinking about me personally. I want him conditioned to lust for and be obsessed with only me.

He has to look at me the whole time. He can’t close his eyes or look away from me or I will stop touching him. If he isn’t looking me directly in the eye when he orgasms, he will wait longer for release the next time.

His pleasure and orgasms belong to me as much as his body does and I enjoy the intimacy doing it this way creates. Watching the pure pleasure on his face when he ejaculates followed by the look of gratitude he feels for me afterwards makes it exciting for me.

People assume that it's the man who goes through all sorts of changes being locked up, but few people really think about the changes that their wives go through. Even though I've always enjoyed keeping Tom locked up, it was never a permanent thing in my own mind; it was just a sexy game that would eventually end at some undetermined time.

This time around is different. The cage is sturdy and secure, and he can wear it for months without needing to remove it. And over time, I grew to enjoy the feel of it bumping against my ass while he fills me with his new cock. Sometime between the 2nd and 3rd year, I slowly admitted to myself that not only could I do this forever, but that I might have grown to honestly like it better.

Admitting this to Tom, he said that it scared him a little bit, because now I didn't need the key to keep him locked up. Rather, my own desires were driving me. And he's right.

I want you teased and unreleased, on the verge of tears.

So gone, mentally deep in sub space.

So torn, because your body craves one thing, your mind tells you another.

So mine, that the desire to be denied and kept outweighs the desire to cum.

So on edge, that my merest touch is a risk of you spilling.

So out of your mind, that your every word becomes a whimper.

So incredibly aroused, that your dripping becomes a constant flow.

So full of desire, that the only word you can utter is “please”.

"Please, I'm begging you.... please stop talking??," he pleaded frantically. His voice was so distressed, so anguished, that she couldn't resist the temptation of taking him deeper.

With her breath warm and sweet in his ear, she innocently purred, "Aww, what's the matter, baby? Is something wrong?"

He let out an involuntary gasp and his muscles tensed as if a jolt of electricity had just been sent through his sytem. Mustering up every ounce of willpower he could find he fought valiantly to stave off the orgasm that was suddenly about to explode like fireworks of pleasure.

She had sensually worked his body for so long... brought him to the very brink so many times... that even though she was no longer touching his quivering erection the mere sound of her voice was enough to trigger his orgasm reflex.

Still though, she'd persisted. Stretched out alongside of him she entwined her curves around him, her soft skin pressing tantalizingly against him.

Her lips and tongue nuzzeld his ear, her voice whispering in exquisite detail just how pleasurable she could make it for him, how good it would feel.... if only she would allow him to fall over the edge.

God, he was so hard... so close... so turned on... so desperately in need of release that the mere sound of her voice was more than he could bear.

Somehow though, he'd managed to hold back and deny himself what his body so desperately needed.

Panting and trembling, he begged once more, "I c-can't... I'm too close... please, please, please I'm begging you... please don't talk!"

She smiled in delight, unsure which she loved more... the fact that she had turned this man on to the point where the mere sound of her voice could cause him to erupt with an untouched orgasm... or, the fact that he was literally struggling and begging to not allow himself the pleasure and relief of what his body so desperately needed.

Mercifully, without saying a word, she drew him into her arms. No longer did his relief come in the form of an earth shattering orgasm, but rather from her soothing him with the comfort of her nearness, her touch, her softness, her understanding.

Only when she sensed his trembling diminish and breathing slow did she speak, "Are you ok now, baby?"

Nodding, he whispered, "Yes... thank you."