chastity denied slave

Daddy knows best! Lock your clitty! 🔐

He wants to stay the night. I told him he could stay the weekend. You’re okay in the spare room aren’t you? Sure, the neighbours will talk, but our ‘arrangement’ is bound to come out sometime - why not now?

#bdsm

I couldn’t help but smile as I watched my husband squirm with anticipation, his cock locked safely away in its chastity cage. I had been teasing him all day, dangling the possibility of release before him like a carrot on a stick. But now it was time to take things to the next level. I led him to the bedroom, where a beautiful bondage chair waited, its leather straps and chains gleaming in the dim light. “It’s time for you to be mine,” I purred, my fingers dancing across his skin as I bound him to the chair. His cock throbbed with frustration, but I just laughed, knowing that it was all part of the game. As he looked up at me, helpless and eager, I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of power. “Now,” I said, my voice low and husky, “let’s see how long you can last.” With that, I reached down and touched his lips with mine, teasing him into a frenzy before pulling back to leave him panting and wanting more. Ah, the joys of being in control.