Sieh Dir Das Lächeln Von Ihr An. Da Lässt Man Sich Doch Gerne Verdreschen.

At an elegant restaurant, nestled beneath the table, the snow-speckled leather of her high-heeled boots faced you, alongside the polished pair of another man’s boots. The trace of grit on her heels and the remnants of snow were all you needed to know.

You didn’t need her command. As her devoted cuck, you leaned forward, your purpose clear: to lick their boots clean, humbly and without hesitation, while they ignore you while they kiss

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 said a month! She doubled it to two! After the two months she asked if I wanted to double it again or go with the number in her head? I chose the number in her head! She said ok, and that was the last thing she has ever said about my chastity cage. That was eight months ago! I’m hoping for a release on the one year anniversary of locking it on! If so, two months to go!