Thank You Mistress-Chastity Phone Sex-Lau-A-0009-6-26-2023

I watched him washing the dishes.

From where I stood in the doorway, his back to me, he looked every inch like the perfect, devoted partner. He cut a beautiful figure. Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, a testament to his daily workouts. But the one thing that made him so special to me was every time I said anything to him his response was, thank you Mistress.  I step into the kitchen. As a result, I could feel the cool tiles underneath my feet—the only barrier between floor and sole being the sheer stockings I wore under my office suit. I made my way over to him and reached underneath his shirt.

My fingertips roam softly over his muscular frame.

“You’ve been doing a good job at the gym.” “Thank you Mistress.” I could feel the muscle definition on either side of his spine up to his shoulders, and moving my hands around to his tummy, I delighted at each hard-earned ab on his stomach. My proximity to his waistline was distracting him. It had been a while since I’d given him such attention. “I want to see it. Show it to me.” “Yes, Mistress.”

He turned around, hands still wet and soapy from the dishwashing, careful not to get me wet.

No getting me wet without my permission. Of course, he regularly made me wet without my consent, but he wasn’t aware of it until his punishment was in full swing. He wiped his hands off on his jeans and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his fly, and pulled down those tight blue jeans enough to reveal what I couldn’t wait to see. Concealed beneath his clothes all day as he kept house for me, his Mistress, was the shiny metal chastity cage I’d locked him into just a couple of weeks ago.

I smiled up at him in genuine delight, but his eyes turned down to the floor.

I knew he struggled with the humiliation of being locked into a chastity device for me, even though it was the hottest thing he’d ever known. “You love giving me complete control over your orgasms and sex life, don’t you?” “Yes, thank you Mistress.” It made him want to wank more than ever – except he couldn’t. One of the keys to the device was permanently on a long chain around my neck and buried between my breasts for safekeeping. I freed him when I felt like it, and even then, he’d have to beg pretty damn hard first. The begging for release made the cage feel tighter than ever as his cock strained to get an erection. It all amused me so much – and turned me on.

My other hand reached down and felt the weight of his chastity-locked cock in my hands.

Consequently, he jumped as my cold hands came into contact with his hot, straining balls under the metal device. Tilting his chin up to look into his embarrassed face, I relished the fight between humiliation, hate, and the most intense arousal in his eyes. “Have you been a good boy today? Given up searching for the other key yet?” “Yes, Thank you Mistress.” Every padlock comes with two keys; only one was around my neck. Teasing him about the whereabouts of the other was my favorite game at the moment.

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