In our sunlit living room, my heart hammered as I stripped naked. The chastity cage clicked shut around my throbbing cock. Leather collar tight on my neck. Leash dangling. Blindfold plunged me into darkness. Kneeling, silent, I rang the little bell. Her heels clicked closer, echoing like thunder in my veins.
She circled me slow. A fingernail scraped my nape. Shiver exploded down my spine. I arched, ass up, pulse racing. ‘Good boy,’ she purred. Hands behind back. Click—handcuffs bit in. She yanked the leash, slammed my chest on the coffee table. Blindfold ripped off. There she stood: fishnets hugging thighs, red devil horns, wicked grin, lace gloves, riding crop in hand. My cage squeezed harder as blood surged.
The Fever
She kneaded my balls through lace—soft, then crushing grip. Pain stabbed, pleasure twisted. ‘You’ll obey today,’ she commanded. ‘Yes, Mistress.’ Crop traced my back, crack—tapped my exposed sack. Groans escaped. Then ass cheeks: light taps built to fire lashes. Skin burned red. She unchained me, dragged to mirror. Ass glowing crimson. Her eyes gleamed hungry.
‘Time to eat me.’ Couch. Legs spread. Pulled my hair, shoved face into her shaved, dripping pussy. Tongue on clit. She bucked, came hard—juices flooded my mouth. Held me there, thighs quaking. Then kitchen duty: naked, caged, cooking while she smoked, teasing nipples to keep me leaking.
After dinner, foot massage. Her call: ‘Date this afternoon.’ Bomb hit. Cuckold dream alive. Helped dress her: tight skirt, top, my pick—red thong sliding up legs. Gripped hair, squeezed balls. ‘Ache in your cage thinking of me fucked.’ Kissed nipples goodbye. Door shut. Agony all afternoon—cock straining, mind reeling visions.
The Blaze
She returned glowing, pussy-soaked thong peeking. Dinner torture: hints dropped like sparks. Kids asleep. Terrace. ‘Show cage.’ Squeezed balls. Choice: fuck sans details, or stay locked for full confession. I begged truth. Bedroom. Stripped her. Massaged oiled back, then ass through wet thong.
Tongue back in pussy as she spilled: Beach meet—Damien, 38, sound guy. Texted him post-dream. Bar: flirty fall, panty flash. Told him permissive hubby. Hotel tour. Elevator kiss. Terrace grind—his hard cock nestling my cheeks. Clothes ripped. Stroked his thicker shaft. He ate me to orgasm. I sucked deep.
Condom on. Straddled, impaled slow—fuller than you. Rode to second cum, shudders ripping. Missionary pound. Doggy: gentle to brutal slaps, flic-flac wet smacks. Belly-down final: screamed third orgasm, milking his load. Five cums total. Teased more meets. Night: caged agony, visions burning, balls aching blue.
The Ashes