Cristina Iovu

If you are worthy of my service show me your cage!!

No chance in hell.

sub boys via text: I’m an animal in bed. I want you to use me and rough me up. I can take it all. 😳🥵

sub boys in bed: please pet me. do you have a snack? I need more cuddles. also can you hold me in my sleep? sorry for crying. 🥺🫣

Denied and locked by Mommy

I'm naked, tied down to the bed by my wrists and ankles, classic spreadeagle. You're lying down beside me wearing a form fitting outfit that accentuates your cleavage. Your nyloned knee is softly pressed against my uber sensitive and ticklish balls. One of your hands is snaked around my head and clamped over my mouth, the other is lightly yet torturously teasing the head of my cock. I'd begged you to tease me until I started crying, and you were too happy to oblige.

Once the silky lubed up hand and the dreamy nylons edge me over and over until I do start sobbing, I hear "Awwhh, and I almost let you cum that time!", you stop touching me, pull your hand and knee away, and start gently tickling me and/or playing with my nipples while my red raw cock pulsates and twitches against nothing, my lips curl as I sob like a baby. Your hands continue to glide over my chest and stomach, and my thighs, if you're feeling evil. The pure, genuine regret on my face makes you wet. You coo at me.

"Shhh, calm down sweetie. You were so close, weren't you? Yesss, my good boy was soooo so close!" I nod desperately. "Yesss, you were so good for me and you didn't cum with permission." Your hand idly glides down my torso one last time and, looking down at me, you notice the regret being replaced by apprehensive hope. You break eye contact as you get off the bed.

"You know what time it is, sweetheart."

The hope quickly replaced by realisation.

"Noooo!" I protest, completely reduced and regressed. "Please don't Mommy, please don't, I'm begging you!"

You open the drawer of the bedside table and take out the small black drawstring bag we both know to contain the cage. As soon as I see it, I start sobbing again and struggling against my restraints, with almost comic futility. Your calm, restrained demeanour is terrifying, in contrast.

You shush me soothingly over my protestations, all the while preparing the ring to go around the base of my shaft and my scrotum.

"Please Mommy, please don't lock me away, please let me finish just once, I'll do anything!" I beg, now with truly teary eyes and a snotty nose.

"Shhh, hush now." you answer. Your matter-of-fact demeanour shuts me up. "You begged for this, remember? You sent me all those messages on tumblr about being my pet. You're not going to back out on me, so close to your fantasy, are you?"

I shake my head timidly.

"That's what I thought. Now." you make a last adjustment on the ring. "Comfy?"

I nod. You go back into cooing mode.

"Goood boy." You slither your body up against mine until we're back in our original position. You pop a few buttons open on your blouse and let one of your boobs out. "Now. Be a good boy for Mommy and suckle me until your cock dies down, then we can lock it in the cage where it belongs, ok?"

I nod meekly and you push my face into your chest. I suckle hungrily as you run your fingers through my hair.

Once my cock dies down, you get off the bed again to slide my cock inside the tight cage and secure the lock. When I hear the click, I whimper a quiet, dazed "Thank You, Mommy..."

"Of course sweetie, you're my special little boy, and you deserve to be treated as such."

By now you've noticed, that not once, did I use the safeword.

You undo my restraints and lie down beside me a third time, and turn on the TV. I can't take my eyes off of the nipple I'd been enjoying. You notice, and lift my chin up. Back to your matter-of-fact manner.

"Use your words, my darling boy."

I blush cherry red. "Please Mommy can I - can I please keep suckling on your nipple?"

You smile, take my hair in one hand and pinch and tap my cheek with the other. I gasp with genuine lust. You kiss me on the lips in a way that makes me melt and whimper into your mouth.

"Of course you may, sweet boy."

You push my face into your chest again, put your thigh between my legs to meet my frustrated, locked penis, and I'm in heaven.