The story started last night. I was kissing TullyGirl goodnight and, while I'm always hopeful for some play, my reading of her energy level had me feeling like we were about to turn out the lights and close our eyes.Freedom is over. Go get locked and send me proof.
Instead she said, "Take your cage off."
"Now," she continued, "show me how you like to be stroked."
[insert alarm bells and massive hard-on here]
She told me, "You only get an edge... but does that feel good?" And she reached over and began to aggressively pinch my nipple.
After that edge, she leaned down and took me in her mouth and the flashes of happiness raced through me. I was given another edge.
Then, with pre-cum dripping, she said, "One last time..." and she reached beneath my balls and massaged my perineum until the pressure was too much and I had to stop. I can't remember when she helped so much while watching me pleasure myself. It was so intimate and loving; maybe she knew how much I needed that attention from her yesterday.
We exchanged a few goodnight kisses as we cooled down. "We're running in the morning," she told me," and then you have a massage so you may remain caged until after the massage tomorrow. Enjoy a cage-free sleep."
And I did.