Now Now Kitten, You Know The Rules. No Standing While We’re Playing, You’re Much Too Tall For That.

Nov 19th, 2024

My answer, part two

My Bitch woke up tied up on my bed with a leather hood and blindfolded. His wrists are tied up together so are his ankles. A chain hangs between his legs, about 1 foot of chain.

Is this a good intro? I hope it is, because that’s the only part he seems to remember.

I told you, the vanilla life was just for a few days. Last night I invited him for a dinner I cooked, I prepared. One to remember…or maybe not! It was a well-watered meal, we drank wine, ate a succulent buttery filet mignon with baked potatoes, with a delicious starter and an incredible desert. But for a strange reason, my Bitch was staggering up to my room? He was almost sleeping before he got to bed. Of course, I had to undress him completely, he didn’t help much, he was too tired he said, hmm! He slept like a baby, he seemed very comfortable and happy.

When I woke up this morning, he was still sleeping, as if someone would have slip something in his drink! I wonder….

Well, I don’t know about you ladies, but with my Bitch, even when sleeping, if I play with his nipples and penis, I can make him hard. And when he’s hard, I can play with him, I mean, really enjoy myself. The funny thing is that the poor thing will only remember a little of it! 😈 So yes, I raped him, hard and deep and ohhh that was good fun. When I came for the first time, I slap his Slutty face hard, that woke him up and thats what he remember. After I screamed my pleasure, I rolled him over, strapped myself with my dildo cock and raped his sorry ass. I scratched his back in the process. Somehow, that also woke him up. I fucked him for a while then I stoped, turned him on his back again and sat on his hooded face. Yes, when I did that, he was not able to see me, he probably didn’t hear me cum because I plugged his ear, he couldn’t ear me well, and he was tied up. I sat on his face, with only his mouth being available, I made it clear it’s his tongue I needed and I came a second time. I then fucked his mouth with the strapon and had him lick it clean.

Once I was done with him, I went to take a shower and left him there. I dressed up very sexy, with my boots on, so he could hear the click on the floor, wore my best perfume, the one that drives him nuts, didn’t say a word to him. I then solidly gaged him and went down for breakfast. Made some bacon, because I know it’s the only food smell that can go up to my room. I know he will smell it.

I went back up to the room, looked at him for a second and said « alright, it’s almost time ». I removed his hood, and the blindfold and the plugs in his ears. He saw me, he smelled me, I could see stars in his eyes. He couldn’t speak but I know what he would have said. I put his hood back on, his blindfold over it. Did you pay attention? The gag is on, by putting the hood after that means, I won’t be able to remove the gag without removing the hood, that means I don’t want to hear him talk, only moan. Then I put the blindfold over the mask, so I can remove it whenever I want. I then attached a leash to his permanent collar and pulled on it, pulling him up and directing him to walk next to me like a good fucking little pet. He wasn’t secure. He knew we were getting close to the stairs, I felt him hesitating at the top of the steps, feeling it with his hands. I held the leash up, so he couldn’t continue securing himself and I went down the stairs slowly but securely. He had no choice but to trust me, it took us a while going downstairs because it was his first time doing it while blindfolded but he did it. « Good boy ».

I took him to the living room. I made him sit on his ass, like a good puppy and wait. I sat on a chair next to him doing nothing but wait. I pet his head a little until a heard the door bell ring. I told him to stay put, removed the blindfold and I went to the door. Standing at the door, was two boys, in their late twenties. They said, we’re here to clean your house ma’am. Yes perfect, I was waiting for you guys. I’ll sit in the corner here with my Bitch while you do your thing.

Ladies, you probably have a service like this back home, two guys, male strippers, offers to clean your house in a sexy way. Those two guys are super sexy, a hard on, little slippers, and super well built. My Bitch blindfold was off, so he could see them too. One of the guy, looked at me and said: « wow, your hot maam, it’s gonna be a pleasure cleaning your house, if I may say so ». Thank you, it’s very kind of you. My Bitch puppy was not happy I could easily tell, I even hear him groan but I couldn’t care less at this moment. He was moving a lot, but staying in place. So for about two hours, those two well oiled man, cleaned my house, while doing suggestive pose, and complimenting me on my look. I know they wanted to know who that slave was, but I always refused to answer, always answering he’s just a Bitch.

When they left, I don’t know if the house was clean, but I asked them to close the door on their way out, I opened my legs and pulled on the leash so my Bitch could come and lick me clean and that made me cum for the third time today. Then, all I said was: « I can’t wait to see them again next week! I’m very pleased you said you didn’t want to do the chores anymore, thank you! » Unfortunately for my slave, his mouth was gag, he couldn’t reply, but he groaned. As a matter of fact, he groaned a few times while this was happening. I reminded him that groaning was not acceptable.

I brought him up to my room. In the room, I have a small walking closet. There’s a carpet on the floor, so I brought him there, tied the leash to the wall, removed the gag and closed the door and left him there in the dark among my clothes, because his clothes, well I sold many of them, and what’s left of his, are not in this closet. As I left the room, I told him I had a few pair of boots that needed to be cleaned, licked clean of course.

As I’m writing these words, my Bitch is upstairs, licking my boots clean and probably being very angry at himself. He’s angry because it’s only his fault if he’s in that situation, if he had to watch these two guys cleaning my house. And, what I think was one of his most humiliating moment, was to lick me clean and make me cum from watching them. I mean, I love ❤️ humiliating my slave. You should know this by now. But I’ll have to be honest with you. What made me cum for the third time was not directly because I watch these two guys dancing and cleaning my house, no, it’s knowing my slave was humiliated next to me and I was controlling his mind. That is what was getting me wet. I’ve been playing in his mind for the last few days but this is the masterpiece of my plan. But don’t worry, I have other masterpiece plan for him, I’m not done, this is just the beginning.

Let me know what you think of his real life training, not in the comment but by messaging me. I still answer everyone male sub and female domme.

Thank you for reading me, be safe y’all!

Mistress Jill

What's the longest relationship you've ever had with a boy *without* locking him up forever?

Not long enough! I think longest-lasting boy was three boyfriends ago. He lasted about three months before curiosity got the best of him. He was a pretty big talker and loved to make fun of the boys I keep locked. Motorcycle dude. You know the type. The more he learned about what I do to boys, the more hilarious he thought it all was. In fact he got in trouble several times in the court of Agni because he kept mocking the guys who came to see me for their unlocking.

We were messing around after dinner one evening; he was naked and trying to get me off the computer and into bed. While he waited, annoyed, he absentmindedly fiddled with the cage that I keep on display. He was pretty familiar with it because he loved to twirl it on one finger and grin like a wolf any time a locked boy was present.

Him: “I don’t think I’d even fit in one of these things.”

Me: “You would.” I was only half aware of him, busy with my work.

Him: “How do you know?”

Me: “I’ve personally put that thing on hundreds of dicks. I know exactly what size of dick it fits.”

Him: “Are you saying I have a small dick?”

Me: “I’m saying you’re a big dick and that you have an average sized penis.”

Him “No way…”

He put it next to his flaccid penis, sizing it up.

Him: “See. I’m too long.”

Me: “By a quarter inch. That’s just the right size.”

Him: “It’s not wide enough.”

Me: “It is.” I went back to my emails.

I didn’t notice what he did next. After several minutes he sort of huffed.

Him: “Huh. I guess it does fit.”

My attention was suddenly yanked from the computer.

Me: “You didn’t!”

Him: “What? I just wanted to see if it would fit. I didn’t lock it.”

Me: “Jeff! It doesn’t matter! You put that on your dick! It already changed you. Your brain is being rewired so fast right now and you’re just sitting there. Take it off! Now!”

Him: “Ha ha! Whatever! I’m not like one of your idiot circus freaks. I’m just messing around. Sheesh.”

Me: “Then why haven’t you taken it off?”

Him: “Because it bugs you that I’m wearing it. It doesn’t hurt and it’s not hurting anything.”

Me: “Of course it doesn’t hurt. It feels fantastic, doesn’t it? It feels like nice cool grip on your cock.” I slid from my computer chair to sit next to him on the love seat. I ran my hand up his leg toward the cage. “Jeff, if you don’t take this off now I can’t be held responsible for what it’s going to do to you.”

I remember his face in that moment very clearly. It was the face of pleasure drunkenness. He was trying to macho if off but the dumb little smile and dilated pupils told me what I was afraid of. It was too late for Jeff. He snorted at my assertion but still didn’t take the cage off.

Me: “And if you think that feels good, you have no idea. You haven’t really experienced it until you feel the cool metal ring slide behind your balls. There’s nothing like it. With the whole thing on it feels so snug and so perfect.”

He turned the ring over and over in his hands, considering my words.

Him: “No, I know what you’re doing. No thanks. I’m bored. Can we have sex now?”

Me: “Sure! Just take it off, Jeff.”

Him: “You take it off.”

Me: “Jeff, I know you want to feel the ring. You’re going to start getting hard any second and it’ll be too late. Now or never, Jeff.”

Him:  “Fine! But then we have sex.”

Me: “Sure.”

He slid it around the base of his cock and I helped him close it up without pinching him. I put the lock in the hasp but didn’t lock it.

Him: “It actually does feel pretty good.” He adjusted the cage and hefted it. He played with it a little, jiggling it and bouncing it to get a feel for it. “Kind of like a really deluxe cup or something…but better.” He stood up to walk around in it. He hopped a bit and jogged in place. I remember giggling at naked Jeff jogging in my living room. “It’s sort of heavy but it’s amazing how it hugs the body. I thought it would fall off but it’s just, bam! Just right there.”

Me: “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Him: “Actually, yeah. Feels great.”

Me: “You don’t want to take if off, do you?”

Him:  “I could wear it for a while if I had to.”

Me: “Could you? I don’t know, Jeff. You aren’t exactly the patient type.”

Him: “I’m patient! I put up with you, don’t I? I could wear this for a long damn time.”

Me: “You couldn’t last two days in that thing. You’re not as strong as the weakest of my boys.”

Him: “Not strong?! Care to make a bet?”

Me: “Sure! Two days. No asking for release. If you make it I owe you twenty bucks and a blowjob. If not, then you wear if for a weak.”

Him: “You’re on!”

I motioned to the lock and he snapped it shut. I could see the little latch in his brain flip at the same instant, as if that was what made the “snap” sound. He got that drunk-looking vacant expression as he tugged at the cage, that face that I love so much, the expression of a man who is slowly coming to grips with the fact that he no longer has access to his favorite member, the realization of true loss of control.

Me: “Ok, now on to the sex that I promised. And since your cock is occupied with his new metal girlfriend I guess you’ll just be going down on me this time.”

You already know what happened to Jeff, don’t you good reader? He didn’t last two days. He lasted about 18 hours before he begged me to take it off so he could “nut”. I don’t think he even realized he was losing the bet when he did. It didn’t help that I wore yoga pants and a low-cut, tight-fitting top around the house the whole weekend and kept bending over in front of him with every opportunity. Woops!

Jeff and I stayed together for another month but his love affair with chastity grew out of control faster than he expected. By the time I finally let him down easy, he didn’t really even care that I was breaking up with him. All he seemed to care about what that I continued to be his keyholder to help him through, to support him in his transition to extended chastity. I was glad to do it and to add his key to my collection–just another locked boy.

PS: I’ve been seeing a new man lately. We’re taking it very slow. So far he’s lasted a couple months without succumbing to the lock. Root for him, guys!

PPS: Hey Jeffy! You say you don’t have a tumblr account but I know you perv me on here all the time. I hope your new metal girlfriend is treating you well! I do miss your cock on occasion but not nearly as much as you do.💋

The Bitch Box

Gina tiptoed into her stepmom’s walk in closet, heart racing. Her stepmom, Veronica, was everything Gina wasn’t. Gorgeous, confident, and ruthlessly cruel. Veronica had made Gina’s life miserable since she’d moved in, always quick with a sharp comment about her appearance or a snide remark about her lack of friends.

Gina wasn’t supposed to be in here, but she was looking for something, anything to convince her dad to leave the bitch.

As she pushed aside the rows of designer clothes, something caught her eye. It was a black box with a black tag hanging from it that read ‘Regina’. She knew instantly it was from Veronica, only she used her full name. A name she abhorred hearing, even reading it made her shiver in disgust.

Gina worried that Veronica knew that she would be snooping around and left the box as some sort of message but then again her birthday was coming up soon. Veronica had never been the gift giving type but Gina had to know what was in the box. Taking it barely out of the closet it, she lay it on her parents big bed.

As she slowly lifted the lid she prepared herself for the worst. Maybe it would be some diet pills, maybe it would be a coupon for a salon, an insult masked as a gift. However of all the things she expected she was surprised to see a pair of tight black latex pants.

Intrigued, Gina reached out, her fingers just grazing the smooth material when, without warning, the pants sprang to life.

They coiled around her hand, slithering up her arm like a snake. Gina gasped, trying to pull away, but the pants had a mind of their own. They slithered down her torso and wrapped around her legs.

Gina’s heart pounded as the latex pants tightened around her legs, clinging with an unnatural force. Panic surged through her, and she immediately tried to pull them off, her hands frantically grasping at the slick material. But the pants seemed to have a life of their own, resisting her every effort, fusing with her jeans in a way that was both terrifying and mesmerizing.

“No! This isn’t right!” She gasped, yanking harder, but the pants only gripped tighter, inching up her thighs and forcing her hips to curve seductively. Her initial panic began to mingle with something else, an unexpected thrill that sent shivers down her spine. She could feel them reshaping her, every twist and pull of the latex transforming her body into something new, something… sexy.

Each squeeze sent a wave of heat through her body, starting in her legs but quickly spread upwards. It was a tingling sensation that left her skin humming with energy.

Her stomach was next to change as all fat evaporated, giving her a perfectly flat and toned tummy. She had seen girls in her school spend months in the gym to achieve such a look.

She didn’t have time to dwell on it as the day from her stomach moved upwards and merge with her modest boobs. She watched in disbelief as her tits began to swell, becoming fuller, more pronounced. The pants were seemingly moulding her body into something more undeniably alluring, almost predatory.

As the changes continued, Gina’s resistance faltered. “No… I need to stop this…” She whispered, but even as the words left her lips, a part of her wasn’t so sure anymore. The fear was still there, but it was quickly being overtaken by a strange sense of exhilaration.

Her hair, once wild and frizzy, straightened into silky waves that cascaded down her back. She reached up to touch it, marveling at the luxuriously sleek texture. “This… feels... mmmm so fucking amazing.” She murmured, her voice becoming smoother, more seductive. Her hands had moved from trying to rip the pants off to instead roaming them over her new body.

She could see her reflection in the mirror now, the girl staring back at her was almost unrecognizable. She looked wickedly sexy, with a hint of danger in her eyes.

Gina’s fingers brushed against her lips as they plumped up. The sharp, polished nails that had replaced her bitten ones made her smile with a newfound confidence. Thick makeup covered her face and dark eyeliner gave her a look that could kill. The initial urge to fight was waning, replaced by a growing sense of entitlement.

The more the pants changed her, the more she found herself enjoying it. The power, the beauty, the seductive allure, it all felt so right, so intoxicating. The fear and resistance that had gripped her at the start dissolved into a deep, self-assured arrogance.

Gina’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “Why was I fighting this? I feel so fucking hot and amazing.” She purred, her voice filled with satisfaction. She struck a pose, admiring the way the pants clung to her now-perfect form. The transformation was complete, and she had never felt more alive.

Gina couldn’t stop staring at her reflection. She turned slowly, letting her hands glide over her newly transformed body. “Look at me, I’m… perfect.” She gloated, her voice laced with awe. She ran a hand down her chest, feeling the firm curves that the latex had sculpted.

She struck a pose, arching her back slightly, one hand on her hip. “All those girls at school, with their cheap makeup and tacky clothes… they’re nothing compared to me. How pathetic they must seem now, trying so hard and failing so miserably.” She purred, her lips curling into a satisfied smile.

Her eyes gleamed with a dangerous confidence as she stepped closer to the mirror, her gaze sharp and cold. “They’re beneath me, all of them. From now on, I’ll be the one they look up to. The one they envy. The one they fear.” She said, her voice dripping with disdain.

Looking over to the box she spied there was still more in it. With a grin she took out a leather jacket and a pair of expensive Louboutins. Knowing what the pants did, she eagerly held out her arms and the jacket leapt up and snaked up them. She slipped seamlessly into the leather material as it complimented the pants perfectly.

She sat on the bed and held her feet out. The shoes jumped out and snugly fit onto her feet. Standing back up she gazed at her completed form with a self satisfaction she had never experience. It was intoxicating.

Gina smirked, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she struck another pose, reveling in her newfound power. “I’m not just better, I’m superior. And they’ll all learn that soon enough.” She declared, her voice tinged with arrogance.

As Gina admired her transformed reflection, the door creaked open, and Veronica stepped into the room, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She took in the sight of Gina, now exuding a wicked allure, and a sly smile spread across her lips.

“Well, look who’s found her birthday present a bit early.” Veronica said, her tone dripping with mock surprise.

Gina turned to face her, a mixture of confusion and curiosity flashing in her now-intense gaze. “Birthday present? You did this?”

Veronica chuckled, sauntering closer. “Of course, darling. I was getting tired of having such a pathetic stepdaughter, someone who couldn’t even stand up for herself, let alone command the attention she deserves. But I knew the bitch box could help.”

“The bitch box?” Gina echoed, a mix of intrigue and wariness in her voice. Veronica stepped over to the bed and picked up the now empty box sitting there and put the lid on.

Veronica’s eyes sparkled with a dark satisfaction. “It fulfills the owner’s darkest desires and gives them what they need to become a true bitch. Inside your box were those stunning latex pants, the leather jacket that’s now molding to your curves, and the heels that give you that perfect strut. Everything you needed to unlock your true potential.” She explained, her voice low and enticing.

Gina glanced down at her outfit, admiring how her new body fit it perfectly. She flexed her fingers, admiring the sharpness of her nails, and felt a rush of power and confidence surge through her.

“So, you planned all of this?” Gina asked, her voice tinged with both awe and a newfound edge.

Veronica nodded, her smile widening. “I knew you had it in you. I knew Regina was inside you waiting to be unleashed. You just needed a little push. Now look at you. You’re everything I wanted in a daughter. Strong, beautiful, and above all, utterly ruthless.”

Gina’s lips curled into a smirk. The resistance she had felt earlier was completely gone, replaced by a thrilling sense of destiny. Hearing her full name no longer filled her with disgust. It filled her with evil pride. Gina was a loser nobody, Regina was everything. She never wanted to go back.

Regina turned fully to face Veronica, a sly smile spreading across her newly enhanced lips. “Thank you, Mommy.” She purred, her voice dripping with the seductive confidence that now defined her. The word "Mommy" rolled off her tongue naturally, with a warmth and affection she’d never felt before. Veronica wasn’t just her stepmother anymore. She was her true mother, the one who had unlocked her potential.

Veronica’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she heard the new name, and she reached out to gently cup Regina’s chin. “That’s my girl. You’re everything I wanted you to be. My perfect bitchy daughter.” She said, her voice full of pride.

Regina nodded, her eyes full of eager anticipation. “What next?” She asked, her tone laced with excitement and a newfound hunger for more.

Veronica’s smile widened as she handed over the sleek, black box that had started it all. “Whatever you desire, darling.” She said, her voice a whisper of dark promise.

With a sense of purpose, Regina took the bitch box and carefully opened it, her breath catching as she saw what lay inside. A pair of designer sunglasses, sleek and impossibly chic, resting atop the velvet lining. They weren’t there before but they were the perfect final touch to her transformation.

Regina lifted the sunglasses from the box, admiring their expensive design. They were the perfectly haughty item to finish her spoilt brat look. She slipped them on and felt the world shift through their tinted lenses.

“How do I look mommy?” Regina said as she admired herself in the irritating some more.

Veronica watched her with pride. “You look spectacular, my dear. You’ll always be my little princess but it’s time you claimed your place as Queen at school.”

Regina smirked, the sunglasses perfectly complementing her new look. “Oh, I will, Mommy. I will.”

Without another word Regina strutted out of the room and down the stairs. Veronica walked over to the window and looked at the black sports car wrapped in a red ribbon parked in the driveway. She waited with bated breath for Regina to walk out. The box would always provide for Regina but Veronica still wanted to spoil her new daughter.

THE END

l leash him to objects in public by placing his hand on an object, tapping twice on the back of his hand, and then he has to keep his hand there holding the object until I come back, peel his hand off of the object, and lead him away by the hand.

By making him hold my purse with both hands, it keeps him from using his hands for anything else, like they are cuffed in front of him.

Presentation Report

i was woken up in the middle of the night by thee bedroom door slammed open, lights switched on and the bedsheet torn away from me.

i was lying on the bed naked, facing the Baroness standing in front of the bed, still dressed in her business attire, now throwing the leather hood on the bed and commanding: „Put it on, then up and have a seat on your throne“

I was too startled to think twice or offer resistance, even to starting an argument.

When i had placed myself on the „chair“ she immediately started restraining my arms. I heard someone giggle and chatting from downstairs and my first panicky reaction was to jump off the chair. But my arms were already secured and there was no chance to escape anymore. She then pulled the strings of the leather hood tight, attatches the blindfold and gagged me. Because of the tightened hood i was semi deaf now as the effect was that i heard my own breathing rather loud. I had to hold the breath to hear better, but even then i heard my heart beat very loud.

After my legs were restrained widely spread I heard that they were coming up the stairs. They still were chatting and giggling. A female and a male voice. They sounded somehow upset, like people on a rollicking party but as soon as they entered the bedroom they were silent. I held my breath to listen, but nobody said anything.

Then I heard the female voice: „Well ...  hm.... ah .... now ... this is not a gynecological chair ... a gyn chair appears to be comfortable compared with this one.“

For a few seconds there was silence again then they were laughing.

I recognized that the three of them had a conversation but i could not understand what they were talking about as i was breathing heavily and not able to hold my breath.

i snatched some fragments of their conversation and realized they were discussing about the ring that locked my cock. It seemed they did not believe that the ring prevented me from ejaculating. I felt a hand touching and examining the ring. I tried to escape the touch but the way i was restrained i was only able to wind and writhe a maximum of a few inches. “Does he expect a handjob now?” i heard the male voice ask and immediately i froze in movement. But now my shaft startet to erect. i was not able to prevent it. 

Then i was nearly deaf because i was heavily breathing, panting like after a sprint.

They did not touch me anymore but still were talking. My shaft now hard and fully erect.

“Oh my ... this looks nice” i heard the female voice say. Then my breathing again.

i felt like an animal in the zoo.

It took me a while to calm myself down, to control my breath and then i heard my Owner say: “Lets have a drink now,” and after a few seconds “Coming? He isn’t going anywhere.”

Then i was alone.

i realized that my body was trembling, i felt the urge to pee and my breathing got out of control again. i was nearly panicking and i had to gain control over myself again.

Suddenly it came to my mind that i had heard the word „ milked“ when they were talking before. my breath got wild now. She was not going to this in front of spectators! NO! NEVER! Get me off this thing! Please! I can’t bear it! I’ll do anything! Anything! Please! Get me down off this thing!

My body started writhing and shaking as i desperately tried to find some way off this chair. My throne. The slave throne as she called it.

I was still writhing and winding when i heard them laugh. They had returned. Immediately i froze my movements and lay still on the chair. Getting hard again. I heard them giggle and chatting but could not understand the words.

Then someone spit on my anus and moments later, the tip of a vibrator was slightly pressed against my anus. My shaft was so hard now that the ring startet to cause an uncomfortable feeling. „Pain of Desire“ like my Owner calls it.

i stopped breathing. Then the vibrator was taken away, another spit on my anus and i felt a finger there. The finger gave pressure on my sphincter and when my sphincter gave way and the finger entered my anus i loudly moaned into the gag. 

„Oh well, he is very tight“ i heard the female voice say.

Then another hand grabbed my shaft and started stroking is. After a while the stroking stopped, someone spit on my shaft and then the stroking continued. i heard the male voice say: „This is amazing. Like you said. The foreskin does not move. It is all so pumped up because of the ring. Does he feel anything then?“

The stroking continued and the finger slightly moved up and down. They were silent now. Watching in anticipation?

After a while the inevitable happened. My shaft started spasming like it does whith an orgasm but there was no ejaculation. 

The finger was drawn out of me, the hand released my shaft and they were silent while they most likely were watching me presenting an NOrgasm to them.

i was moaning while my shaft started spasming like it does when i have an orgasm.

But nothing else that happened. i was not able to ejaculate or have any release because the ring is so tight. The pleasure feeling of an Orgasm was totally missing, instead a feeling that is hard to explain, like phantom pain, like imagining the feeling that should be there.

But the shaft stays hard after a NOrgasm and they say this way i can be perfectly used as a human dildo, being ready to use for as long as the Lady deserves.

When my shaft stopped spasming it still was hard and erect.

i heard them giggle and laugh and talk and was grateful to wear the hood as it made sure they could not see the tears running down from my eyes. i was sobbing now. „Well“ i heard the female voice say „there must be a kind of sensation for him. Look at his body and listen how he is moaning with pleasure.“

They stayed in the room for a long time, chatting and laughing from time to time. 

Some time i realized that i was alone again. They had left.

i tried to calm my self down and relax. 

A few minutes later my Owner came and unfastened my restraints.

„You stay naked until 8 o’clock“ she said. I heard her leave the room, then, moments later, i heard her close the front door.

I took of the hood. The alarm clock showed 5.47 am.

@baronessashley @dominamedusa @queenmab39 @theoriginalbadkitty

I love the gulping and gagging of a good boy bringing his mouth to a strap’s base. That’s right, dear. Show off how well you trained your throat just to please me. Put on a performance for me. Take it all in, kiss up and down my strap, caress the tip with your lips and tongue, and drool all over it for me. I love to see just how hard you work to impress, my sweet, darling boy. Impress me well enough, and I just might grip your hair and bruise up that precious little throat of yours just how you like it ♥️