Prissy stop staring..we’ll have to do something about that. Go clean the kitchen and then straighten up my room, after that night with Joe it really needs it.
Prissy get back here, you forgot to curtsey. I swear you must love that cage, everyday it’s simple little rules that you can’t follow. So from now on instead of one day for a rule broken it’s five days..that means you’re at 10 additional days today and it’s only 10:00 AM. We’re going to need a calendar to keep track of this, your lusting is going to be the end of you.
Remember my offer stands to put you in that smaller spiked cage, you’ll need to be convincing for me to let you wear it. Ok enough small talk, back to work…
Jesus Prissy forgetting to curtsey again..mark the calendar.
She stopped me mid-sentence… I veered from my pride explaining my wife’s preferences to keep me aroused but never climax. I had started to complain. No. Of course I feel like I need to cum. But No. I never need to. Of course my balls ached. No. It’s ok. They won’t burst. Of course I wanted to spurt. No. I never need to cum hard. She can pour me out slowly without a single twitch. Those gentle emissions are good enough for me. No hint of orgasm is needed. My real life experience cemented what I knew but didn’t want to accept. I could be kept aching, drooling precum and craving to cum indefinitely. No worry. No concern. No hesitation. I only got praise for my submission and about my wife.
My PA piercing was drooling pure and clear precum. My balls were full and ached for months. I was given permission to remain denied orgasms.
I was cherished, my wife was wonderful, I was a good boy. Brave, honest, and compliant.
It was hard to hear the truth. I never need to cum.
I hope this will correct your behavior.
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