“You Didn’t Want To Worship Me? Yet You’re Here At Exactly The Time I Told You…..and You’re

Piggy 🐷

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I'm publicly a very Alpha vanilla man. But i've been single for a while and started watching kinky porn. I'm finding myself inexorably drawn towards male chadtity, but I don't want to be. How can i stop being turned on by the idea of being locked up?

Do you really want me to tell you or do you want me to lure you in deeper? For instance, have you ever felt the cool sensation of a steel cage sliding over your cock? It’s quite a fascinating experience and I love to savor it through a boy’s eyes every time I lock a nice penis up. A cock loves to get into tight places and a chastity cage is no exception. The metal feels slippery and smooth on your skin yet cool instead of warm. The penis tingles with pleasure inside such a home. If that weren’t enough, the cool metal of the ring sliding behind your balls feels just as amazing. So comforting, so thrilling, yet in the back of your head you know that base ring means you’re about to embark upon a journey that you can’t easily back out of.

Then the click, a vibration that you hear and feel. You see me smile. I kiss you and you know that you’re stuck.

The final mind trip is when I step back and you move your hands down to feel it. It’s such a strange sensation. Your cock feels the compression of being held, and your hand feels a cock…yet they can’t feel each other. With a gentle tug you learn how firmly attached it is to your body and how impossible it would be to pull off. You suddenly feel a surge of panic and excitement as you realize you’re trapped. You’re good and truly trapped and nobody but I can free you. Your eyes scan around for they keys that were here just a minute ago. Where are they?

I’m talking to you and the words aren’t quite sinking in. I’m kissing you and you’re trying to catch up. I’m walking out the door and you’re missing me already but you can’t find the words because 90% of your brain power is trying to comprehend not being able to orgasm freely anymore.

Then I’m gone and you’re finally alone with your precious member. Alone to ponder and worry and process. Alone to try over and over to get hard, to get some sensation, to re-learn how much stronger steel is than flesh. Alone to wonder what I’m doing and who I’m with. Alone to predict how long it will be before you get to touch yourself and how sweet that experience will taste when, or if, it happens again.

Better stay composed, sissy…

The Jerk - Part 1

A planned wank to some femdom porn was all you wanted. The long day at work needed some relief, and as you settled down to load up your favourite leather clad bitches on the laptop, you took your cock out of your boxers and started to jerk off. You paid no attention to the sound outside as you were too busy listening to the creaking outfit of a vicious leather vixen, chastising you for being a weak little pervert.

The feeling was too good and you knew that it wouldn’t be long before you shot your load into your balled up sport sock….it was going in the laundry anyway and you couldn’t wait. The visual of the boots rubbing against the gloves of your porn star mistress started you off. The explosion of pleasure was tremendous as you jerked off into the sock….getting every smidge of orgasm out. You sat back and closed you eyes….breathing heavily as the hardness started to fade.

The feeling of cold steel against your throat made you instantly aware. And there she was….the black leather suit, the facemask and the cruel eyes glaring at you. She hissed a warning for you to keep quiet…..or else your cock gets cut off. You nodded and instinctively put your hands up. Her tight ponytail swished as she grabbed her bag of delights. The duct tape and zip ties fell on the bed, with the added peril of a pistol now in her hand. She stepped back slowly, the gun trained at your crotch. She ordered you to gag yourself….but as you went to rip the tape off the roll, she shook her head and pointed to the cum filled sock. You told her to fuck herself…..an act not recommended as the gun was pointing at you and she clicked the chamber. It was loaded and she wasn’t playing.

You stuffed the sock in your mouth, the cum still warm as you retched. She told you to wrap the tape tightly around your mouth again and again. You felt as if your head was going to explode from the pressure of the vice like gag….she indicated for you to stop and then ordered you to zip tie your ankles together….again, the gun was waved in front of you for emphasis. You clicked on the binding and she pushed you face down on the bed and bound your wrists. She got on top of you and took more tape….this time to reinforce the wrist tie and she pulled your hair spitefully.

Her gloved hand started to run up your body and stopped near your ass. You grunted and struggled as she ripped your boxers away and probed your hole….then reaching around to tug your balls. She dismounted and hauled you onto your back. Her fingers still probing your ass and the other hand gripping your cock. She looked over to the laptop and evidence of your entertainment was still on display. Her taunting was seductive and despite the situation, you could feel yourself shamefully getting hard.

She played the clip again and decided to reenact the video….grinding her leather clad body against you. Her high heels digging into your flesh. The jerking and rough anal play was doing things to you, making you feel desperate and used. Her eyes were burning a hole into you, her breathing harder and quicker as she abused you. As you thrust against her hands, you could feel yourself about to cum again and she let you orgasm. The gag just about kept your roars to a minimum as she wanked the Holy Spirit from you. Her gloves soaked in your filthy jizz. She took your tattered underwear and wiped her gloves clean….taking care to smear the rest over your tape gagged face.

It was just the start of her plans for you. She took the knife and cut your ankles free, and you were dragged to your feet. She explained that she didn’t intend to take anymore than she needed, but you would be a tempting toy to play with. She draped a dressing gown over you and grabbed your car keys. It was time to take the party elsewhere.

To be continued……

Bratty girls know how frustrating it is.