“My Knight in Shining Armor” addadayplease Dedicated to the Queen I cherish and serve. Throughout our marriage, I’ve composed nearly 600 love poems for my wife, most of which remain private. Here is a recent one focused on chastity play… so I’m sharing it with you all. We are faithful, monogamous partners in the early stages of living together: she enjoys pleasure while I endure tease and denial. We’re still learning as we progress. We do not practice cuckolding, sissification, humiliation, or swinging – nor do we intend to – so those themes don’t appear here. Concept created: 2021. Published: September 2022[/size] My knight in shining armor wears a different kind of protection. He doesn’t fight against pagans; he plays the keyholder’s part. His cock is locked away, and we found that perfect ring size. Now a gleaming suit of mail guards his manly bits!
My knight in shining armor stands apart from the crowd, No shield in hand, no crest upon his proud chest. His cock is locked away; it didn’t cost thirty thousand coins. It’s merely a tube of shiny steel protecting his loins. He honors me, his buxom maid, never once straying or being unfaithful. Yet still, my control over him is absolute as his cock remains in chastity. How can such a simple rod touch his very soul?
My knight dwells within my royal walls, slaying the dragons of desire and answering my calls with promptness. I feign distress to see what happens; swooning, he lowers his head beneath my dress – truly a hero! He wears only one piece: a stainless steel cage that grants release solely at my command. His cock is locked away, keeping me satisfied while ensuring his focus remains sharp as I tease and deny him.
My knight in shining armor! I know exactly what makes him tick. Taking charge of his dick leads straight to the heart of this hero. For weeks or months, he stays chaste; now it’s up to me to decide when and how he cums – either from me or via masturbation. He does as I enjoin, for his gleaming armor protects only his groin. His cock is locked away; I keep it safe and sound while tending to my palace grounds.
My knight signed on willingly into debt to me: “Your genitals now belong to me. It’s both a promise… and a threat.” Whether he teases or ignores, my armored knight will always smile. He looks to me for freedom’s release when I ask it – including visits to my feminine crease. His cock is locked away; over time, perhaps after nine rounds of mine, I might let him climax.
Dressed as the chaste are expected, his privates encased in steel prevent full erection. His libido serves my needs without wasting vital force needlessly spewing seeds. No man wears an iron mask like he does; living to serve this mistress and pleasuring me however I wish. His cock is locked away; his horniness becomes divine as he no longer cares to please himself alone – his family jewels are mine.
Once a sexual instigator with frequent orgasms, now I simply say “Later…” when pleasure arises. His cock is locked away: “Come, get on your knees. After I’ve been satisfied, I might give your cage a squeeze.” He’s my hot lover; his sack holds two munitions and… I love his lance greatly. His cock is locked away as he caters to every wish – such fearless valor in washing cars, floors, and dishes!
“My knight sure knows how to please this maid. I climax whenever I choose, while he seldom gets laid. But I think I’ll keep him guessing; today’s chances are slim.” His cock is locked away; I might free it if the whim strikes. He serves at my command where OH!-gasms abound for me, though his have been banned so far.
I hold the only key to unlock him when he asks, usually replying “I’ll see.” His knight (and you should know this) would be nude from head to toe were it not for that metal cage surrounding his manly member since last December – all year long! The maiden remains satisfied whenever he’s untied.
His cock is locked away; chained to our dungeon walls, I have my way with him and those throbbing purple balls. Always ready to “sort out” me – his lover – using strong, steady vibrations that leave me quivering in his clutches. Afterward, I give his cage ten touches. He must sit on the loo because of the cage; together we help save himself for me. His cock is locked away while several times a week I cum and he works on my physique through contemplation of abstinence.
His armor remains discreet enough that none would guess what he wears whether in office or street, beneath underwear as only I see what lies there. Tonight, the knight will lie beside me; his hands roaming my body while his cock stays caged tight. Pleasure is assured – doubt not! But no, he won’t be coming out yet. The dawn finds him rising still wearing that tube of mail. My hysteria must stay kept at bay as I consider inviting this gallant knight into bed today.
Now atop me “wild,” having been locked long enough for data to compile: his cock – now FREE! His stiffness deep within my tightness marks the special way I say “Thank You” to “My Knight.”[/size]
