Just because she'd locked him into chastity and now had complete and total control over his pleasure didn't mean she was insensitive. It didn't mean she didn't care about his needs. It's just that now she had to find new, alternative ways to tend to them.
Like today, for instance.
She could see on his face that he was struggling today. The frustration. The longing. The aching.
It was understandable. Sundays were often the most difficult for him. They both led busy, hectic lives. It was sometimes hard to find opportunities for playtime during the week.
But weekends were different. Weekends were meant to focus on one another. And some weekends, like this one, were meant for erotic, extended, and intense playtime.
The cumulative effects of the weekend had taken their toll on him. Edged. Teased. Denied. And all the while finding himself between her silky thighs over and over again. Licking. Worshiping. Pleasuring. Tormented by her cries of release as his face dropped with her creamy nectar.
It was now Sunday afternoon and she could see by the look on his face that the weekend had caught up with him. He was becoming overwhelmed. Consumed by the frustration. On the verge of breaking.
"Hey, c'mere," she purred softly, her hand on his chest, guiding him backwards until he found himself sitting on the foot of the bed. She followed behind and settled on to his lap, wrapping herself around him, enveloping him with softness, pinning her curves against him.
"You're okay, baby," she cooed soothingly. "I'm right here."
Her arms that cradled his head tugged him a little closer into her cleavage. Her thighs that wrapped around his waist squeezed a little tighter. And her pussy that rested on his caged cock began gently rocking and stroking against him.
She smiled softly at his moan, whispering, "It's okay baby, just let it ache. You'll be fine, I promise."
"Okay," he whispered, giving in and letting his head fall submissively against her breasts.
"That's it, baby... that's perfect. Just like that...," she murmured approvingly. Her hips began moving slowly, sensually, sinuously, gently grinding and dry humping against his caged erection.
As he whimpered with frustration his mouth fell open as if searching to draw her breast into his mouth.
"No sweetheart, you can't have them in your mouth. Not right now. Just feel how warm and soft they are against your face."
She smirked as he whispered, "Oh god.." as she pressed her cleavage into his face.
"Can you take a little more, baby?... get just a little achier?... for me? And then I'll stop...," she purred.
"Yes...," he replied without hesitation.
"Mmm, thank you baby. Let's get you just a little more frustrated... nice and close to cumming in your cage one more time... and then I'll stop and leave you right there, okay?"
"Okay," he agreed weakly.
She chuckled softly, murmuring, "That's my good boy... just a little more sweetheart..."
And with a smirk of satisfaction on her face, her hips continued their sensual, erotic undulations, gently working him closer toward yet another orgasm that would be denied... leaving even more cum to helplessly recede back into his heavy, aching, blueballs.
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