Dear diary, I confess my deepest, darkest secret – I’m an insatiable brat who lives for keeping men locked up tight in chastity. There’s no greater thrill than toying with their throbbing bulges and denying them release, all while dangled in a tantalizing dance of anticipation and desperation.
My latest toy is a strapping Adonis named Jake. Tall, dark and handsome, with a chiseled physique that makes my greedy little pussy clench with want. When he first texted, proclaiming his long-neglected manhood was just aching for my attentions, I knew he’d be the perfect plaything.
I waited until he arrived at my door, his commanding aura positively radiant. He towered over my petite frame, a hungry glint in his eyes as they raked over my body possessively.
Not a chance, big boy. Before he could grab me, I shoved the cold steel device in his hands. He stared at it, eyes widening in dawning realization.
“Put it on. Now,” I purred, slowly unbuttoning my top. “Or I’ll send you home without a single touch.”
He obeyed, cheeks flushing as he locked his girthy cock in the chastity cage. The satisfying click sealed his fate. I took my time exploring his chiseled chest, nipping at his collarbone as he groaned and strained against the metal.
Mmmm, he was desperate to explode already. But he’d have to endure much more than that. This was only the beginning of his long, lingering denial. And I planned to take my time.
