It felt like a genuinely fun moment for us, especially since it was the first time I actually left him locked when I visited;).
We’re both beginners in this world. I’m 27 and have been into kink since forever, doing the KH role for the first time now. He’s 21; chastity has been his dream for a while, and this is his first serious Mistress/slave dynamic with me. Right now he wears a Mature Metal Jailbird cage. I like to keep him locked continuously for several days because I enjoy being fucked regularly, though he’s still adjusting to the confinement and having fewer orgasms.
When I went to see him, he’d already been locked for about 36 hours. He was surprisingly calm. We had a lovely date before heading back to his place. Normally by that point he’s begging me to fuck him, but this time he seemed very relaxed and grounded. Maybe the chastity is working better than I expected? Or perhaps he just got too comfortable knowing I’d unlock him for one reason or another before my evening ended.
I dressed up in crotchless stockings, layered a lacy pair of panties over them, and put on some strappy black heels. I snapped my fingers and pointed to the floor in front of me; he quickly dropped to his knees. Without needing further instruction, he began kissing and worshipping my legs and feet, rubbing his face all over the stockings and against my crotch whenever he was close. After letting him admire my legs and cute feet for about 10 minutes, I told him to strip and lie on his bed. I straddled his face, bending down to check my locked cock—making sure the security screw was tight—and gently rubbed my hand over his stomach, an area where he’s extremely sensitive;).
With one hand caressing his tummy and the other hovering my pussy above him, teasing with lace and stockings, he started breathing heavily and twitching, which only made me wetter. I sat back down, smothering him with my pussy as felt him breathe warm air in and out through the fabric.
“Do you feel how wet you’re making me?”
I heard a muffled response along with an obvious nod of ‘yes’ while he breathed only my scent. After several minutes—feeling the quick rush of cool air when he inhales deeply, followed by slow warm exhalations on my panties and his gentle nibbles—I was teetering right on the edge of orgasm.
I stood up and removed my panties, locking eyes with him as he caught his breath. “Do you want to taste me, slave?”
“Yes Mistress, please.”
I straddled his face again. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling his mouth right against my pussy, devouring me until I was shaking in ecstasy. As he licked desperately for a second orgasm, I noticed my cock remained calm inside its beautiful cage; I figured he was just too focused on the task at hand. Either way, I sat back and enjoyed my 2nd and 3rd orgasms while sitting on his face.
“I want to tie you up, slave.”
He gathered himself while I prepared my rope. I tied him with his hands in front of him—like a prayer position—with the ropes wrapping all the way around his back. It was tight but comfortable. I bent him over so his ass stuck straight up. With my strap-on and cock ready, teasing his rear and stroking his balls, his frustrated whimpers made me want to tease him more. I started fucking his ass slowly, building up to long, hard strokes. He moaned with pure pleasure as I really gave it to him, even grabbing the ropes looped around his back for extra leverage. He was loving every bit of it.
“How does that feel, slave?”
“Good Mistress, thank you,” he managed to say.
“Good. I hope you’re enjoying yourself. I have no intention of unlocking you tonight, so please, do enjoy.”
He let out a desperate, pleading noise. I didn’t care; I kept fucking his ass like the good little slave bitch he was. He continued to love it. When I finished, I untied my well-used slave. He slumped onto his bed, exhausted and high on ropes, cuddling up with my legs and feet just as he usually does. After a few minutes of quiet, he softly asked if he could fuck me.
“No, slave. I didn’t even bring the key. I wasn’t going to let you out tonight anyway.”
“Please Mistress, I just want to make you cum again.”
I laughed and held his chin in my hand. “You can lick me until another orgasm comes, or you can put on that strap-on.” To my surprise, he jumped up immediately, strapped on the toy added a second one for himself, proceeded to fuck me into an earth-shattering climax that left me shaking even after my 25-minute drive home.
Needless to say, it was an amazing night. I think the best part was waking up to this text message: “Thank you for denying me Mistress. Thank you for letting me eat your pussy and allowing me to give you such wonderful orgasms. <3”
I ended up unlocking him three days later;).