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“Does calling him Sir make your worthless cock try to get hard in its tight little cage? Tell him.”

“Yes, Sir, it does.”

Verte chuparme así el consolador me da ideas: tengo muchas ganas de follarte el culo.

Estás progresando tan bien, que un día, te propondré, si quieres, ¡que se la chupes a uno de mis sumisos al que le prometí una mamada!

Señora Artemisa

Llevaba sesiones deseando lamerme el coño. Hasta ahora sólo se le permitía lamerme el ano. La última vez lo hizo con tanta dedicación que decidí darle una oportunidad. No me he arrepentido. Es una de las pocas personas que me ha hecho correrme con su lengua desde la primera vez...

¿Quieres unirte a la cohorte de hombres que se han masturbado para mí y se han corrido mientras me miraban? No te pongas vergonzoso, es probablemente lo máximo a lo que puedes aspirar. Muy pocos elegidos han sido capaces de penetrarme y correrse dentro de mí.

She sat comfortably in her favorite chair, a smile of satisfaction on her face as she gazed down at the man sitting on the floor before her.

A mere nine days ago he'd been hesitant to agree to this 'Locktober' game she'd been talking about. After all, he'd never displayed even the slightest submissive tendencies toward her before.

Still, she knew the power that a woman could wield over a man if she embraced the power of her sexuality. Add in teasing... denial... chastity... restraints... and no man was immune. If only she could persuade him to try she knew that he'd be no exception.

And she'd been right.

But today she'd placed a new challenge before him, a simple little test of his willingness to comply with her wishes unquestioningly.

Physically, he was already caged. Collared. Leashed. This however would be a test of his devotion. His submissiveness. His acceptance that his role now was to do as she asked.

The instructions she'd left him had been short and simple.

"When I arrive home you'll be waiting for me, sitting on the floor in front of the couch. Facing away from it. Wearing only your cage, collar, leash and white boxers. You don't have permission to look at me. You're not allowed. Not until I say. Be a good boy for me sweetie, make me proud."

At this point she'd been home for over five minutes and had yet to say a word. Instead, she was simply watching him, using him as her own personal footrest.

She found it fascinating that he'd yet to speak either, but was sitting in silence just as she was. Interesting. She'd not told him he was not allowed to speak, so perhaps in his uncertainty he was simply following her lead? If so, gold star for him.

Finally, she broke the silence, in a friendly voice saying, "Hi baby, I see you found the little note I left you? Very nice, you're doing very well sweetie."

Even though he was facing away she felt as if she could see the smile of relief on his face when he replied, "Hello ma'am, and thank you so much!"

Laughing softly, she purred, "Take my shoes off...."

Once he'd removed them, she added, "Kiss my feet honey, show me how much you love them."

She purred softly in delight he kissed each foot several times. Softly. Gently. Adoringly. Worshiping them reverently as if they were precious works of art. And, she took note that he'd turned his head just barely enough to allow him to kiss them, and not enough to allow himself to look behind himself and see her. Very impressive.

"Aww, that's a good boy sweetheart," she purred encouragingly. "That was lovely..."

For a moment she simply sat there. Gazing at him. Tracing her toes along his back and shoulders. Her mind was whirring in awe of the transformation that had occurred in their relationship in just nine short days.

Prior to their foray into Locktober the scene unfolding before her would have been unfathomable, but now? Now it was reality. He was hers to do with as she pleased.

It was glorious. It was sweet. It was adorable. And it was so fucking hot.

She smiled as she felt him tremble beneath the caressss of her toes. With her own lust mounting her hand instinctively went to her breast, squeezing it and toying with her nipple. She smirked at the sound of his whimper of need when she emitted an involuntary little moan of pleasure.

Feeling particularly wicked, she stood up behind him and slowly peeled off her dress. For a moment she let it dangle from her fingertips before him, brushing it across his face, then letting it fall to the floor before him.

"Oh god...," he groaned beneath his breath, still starting straight ahead.

Smirking, her bra was next. Again, she let it dangle tauntingly before him, rubbing the cups softly against his face, enveloping his senses with the scent of her breasts.

"My nipples are so hard baby," she whispered above him. "Can you imagine what they look like right now?"

"Yesss...," he whimpered.

Purring at the frustration in his voice, she draped her lacy bra around his neck, letting it hang teasingly in place.

Finally, her panties. Again, she rubbed them softly across his face as well, murmuring, "My pussy is sooo wet.... you like it when it's like this, don't you sweetie?"

"Oh my goddd.... yes. I love it, I love it so much...."

"You wanna lick it, don't you?," she teased softly.

"Yesss.... please, can I??"

"Mmm, no baby, you can't... you're not allowed. Not right now...."

She grinned at his anguished moan, then gently, teasingly, tugged her panties down over his head, positioning them perfectly so that with each breath that he took his senses would be inundated with the warmth and scent of her arousal.

"You want it so bad though, don't you?," she taunted huskily. "You want to be inside it... you want to taste it... you want to lick it... don't you?"

"So much.... please... I'm begging you... can I??"

"No sweetheart, you can't," she murmured. "It's off limits to you right now. You can't have it.... not at all. There is something I'd like you to do for me though..."

"Anything... anything at all!...."

She chuckled at his eagerness. "Good boy, what I want you to do is sit there nice and quietly just like you are... and listen to me cum."

"Oh my god...," he groaned in a voice so agonzied it sounded as if her were being tortured.

Still standing behind him, raking her fingers throug his hair she added, "... and when I'm done, I'll let you tell me how badly you want me.... how much you wish you could have watched me cum... and how frustrated your cock feels in its cage, okay?"

"Okay...," he whimpered helplessly.

She then settled back into the chair, letting one leg dangle over the comfortable padded arm. And as she allowed her hand to slip between her thighs, she watched with delight as she could see the man sitting before her visibly trembling with need.

Fully embracing how she was free to pleasure herself to her hearts content while he could do nothing but sit by, listening in frustration, she allowed herself to fill the room with the sounds of her purrs and moans of pleasure.

Cuando me levanto la falda y separo los muslos, te veo mirando mi precioso chochito. Y veo que se te pone duro. Puedes desearme todo lo que quieras, pero sabes que mi coñito no es para tu polla, que se te va a quedar duro hasta que se te desborde la leche… Mientras tanto, ven a lamer mi granito, que te está esperando.

Al principio, entendí que no podia follar tu coño, por que es reservado a los hombres de verdad, los que tienen pollas grandes que pueden hacerte correrte como te mereces. Sin embargo, quería tanto lamer tu coño y hacerte correrte con my lengua.

Pero pronto me dijiste que está prohibido servirte en esta manera. Este me dolió tanto y me hizo tan celoso de los sumisos que dejas lamer tu coño. Y entonces te hiciste correr con la mano, que prefería a mi lengua, mientras yo observaba impotente.

Ahora tu coño se ha convertido en una arma que me hace sufrir aún más que tu látigo. Mi único alivio viene de lamer tu culo y meter mi lengua profundamente dentro tu apretado agujerito.

Beautiful blonde.