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It is the best mind-fuck there is
Well, my darling husband didn't have an answer to that one.
He would never cheat on me, that's I know, because he loves me and because he is a honorable man.
....and he will not masturbate because I don't want him to, and he understands that, though he can't really control it, so I just lending a hand, helping where he is lacking the discipline.
Shhh… feel my voice curling inside your ear like smoke, pet.
The chastity belt isn’t cold metal anymore — it’s my warm, possessive fingers wrapped around your pulsing need, squeezing just enough to remind you who breathes for you now.
Every shallow little pant you take is permission. Every denied twitch is devotion.
You don’t fight me. You melt. You leak. You beg.
Open my DMs… slowly… on your knees… and whisper the only words I want to hear:
“I surrender, Mistress. Own me completely.”
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And now to punish you for trying this silly game with me. 🏓🍑🧎🏽♂️➡️
Panties have more uses than what they were intended for.
Sunday morning.
Her chance to relax and enjoy the aftermath of her post-orgasm bliss.
As was her expectation, her husband had woken her gently... gradually... by ever so softly and lovingly kissing her breasts. Only after hearing her soft purrs indicating she was beginning to waken did he allow himself to begin licking... sucking... pleasuring... her soft, lovely tits.
Then, feeling the nudge on his shoulders he descended, remaining between her outstretched legs for nearly two hours. Licking. Lapping. Pleasuring. Waiting. Then pleasuring some more.
And this morning, waiting patiently even as she drifted back to sleep after her first few orgasms, only to feel her fingers resume raking through his hair as she sleepily murmured, "More baby, do some more...."
But now, finally satisfied, she was enjoying the fresh coffee he'd brought to her as she browsed the morning paper.
Meanwhile her husband lay next to her trembling, shaking gently in frustration. Silenced by her panties in his mouth. Hands restrained at his sides by a silk sash from her robe that lied beneath him, binding them together. And his cock desperately swollen, oozing continuously from her gentle teasing that began after her waves of orgasms finally ended.
Periodically she would lay down her paper, reach over, and allow her soft, knowing fingers to work him back to the very brink... only to leave him unrelieved in agonizing frustration.
She smiled at his weak, muffled whimper, her fingers toying with the drooling precum... the spoils of her triumph over his cock which she now owned completely.
"Did that feel good baby?," she cooed teasingly. "Getting nice and close? Almost being able to cum?"
He nodded helplessly, well aware that 'almost' being able to cum was the most he could hope for now.
"Mmm, you're dripping so much already. Are you aching for me yet?"
She laughed softly at his nod and whimper. "Does that feel good, baby? Do you like it? Aching for me?"
Smiling at his nod, she purred, "Of course you do. Boys like you don't cum, do they? No, boys like you should be kept hard, achy, and frustrated, huh baby?"
Swallowing hard, he nodded once more. With her tongue gently teasing and swirling at his ear, she huskily whispered, "Would you like me to keep you close to cumming all day today, sweetheart? Keep you extra desperate? Make you an achy, drippy mess of a boy?"
A pitiful whimper escaped through her panties as tears of frustration were already welling up in his eyes. Still, he nodded his head.
Kissing his cheek softly, she purred, "Of course honey, after all of those wonderful orgasms you gave me this morning... it's the least I can do for you."
Smirking wickedly, her silky fingers went back to his cock once more. Teasing, tracing, toying with the oozing precum, coaxing him to the edge tortuously slowly... where she would leave him yet again.
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The answer to those questions tells you everything you need to know. Keep your men locked. It's better for everyone.
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Inspection time😈😈😈😈
Some people like silk or lace, but I love soft, soft cotton, like these. It covers without concealing, it’s absorbent, and the texture on your hands or face is so soft and sweet.
Once he is locked in chastity, do all you can to remind him he is.
Tight
I want you at the foot of my bed on your knees, staring straight into my pussy. My vibrator is all the way in my dripping cunt. I pull it out and hold it out in front of your face, “is this what you want?” It’s slick with a drip starting to form on the tip. Your tongue lolls out instinctively. “Oh…” I say as I begin to hold it over my parted lips, “This?” I reach my tongue out towards the drip and your cock twitches, more precum leaking out than even before. I’ve been torturing you.
Don't complain, pretty thing. Don't you want to be kept perfect? You're not really a plaything. I know people say dolls are toys, but I'm an adult, I'm a collector.
I painted your face perfectly. Just as its meant to be. Your lips forever pinned in an elegant, gentle smile. Your eyelashes long and dark. The blush in lovely soft circles around your cheeks. I had to repaint you five or six times but finally everything is as it should be. Those pretty glassy eyes still look empty, but there's nothing I can do about that. You really are empty, aren't you? just a thing.
I restrung your joints. They didn't want to hold before. You shook when I had you stay still. Now you stay right where I put you. Now you pose beautifully. I coated the porcelain around your ball joints in lacquer where they had worn rough. I brushed pink powder on your elbows and knees and shoulders where a person would have a slight blush. I painted some freckles on your body, perfectly spaced, perfect little beauty marks.
Sewing you into your dress took the longest. The closure had to be hand stitched shut so you wouldn't accidentally manage to slip out of your pretty clothes made just for you. The lace all sits perfectly in a flounce around your knees. The ribbon around the waist cinches just right. There's not a loose thread or unpinned button anywhere on you.
You do want to stay this perfect, don't you, darling? You wouldn't want to ruin your owner's hard work. And isn't it the dream of a good doll to be put on display? Now please, stay on your stand. I have company coming soon and I want to show off how perfect I've made you.
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