What a week
over the bank holiday weekend I released my husband from his metal chastity cage on Saturday morning, we played a while and then I told him to lay on his back and now it's my turn. I teased him with my long nails a while and told him that he was not going to have a proper orgasm today but I might just relent and let him finish himself off while I watch on Monday. So as promised I brought him right to the edge and just when he was about to squirt I nipped the end of his willy and laughed at his pathetic hip jerking
. I then put him in his clear CB6000s The S standing for small, I like him squeezed into a small space and no room to grow at all. Same again on Sunday, all the time I kept reminding him that Monday and the big climax he has been craving will soon be here. Only one more ruined orgasm to go, he took it like a man and then I put him into my favourite device and very very small solid metal cage, it's only as big as the tip of his willy and takes ages to get him into it. He got up and made breakfast while I got dressed, a very short skirt and fully fashioned seamed stockings and very high heels, all day I kept reminding him of what he will get in the morning if he was a good little boy. Monday morning came and his face was a glow, knowing he was going to get to shoot his load at last. He laid there with a big smile on his face, stroking my hair as I unlock the tiny willy cage and popping it off him. right away he rose to the occasion. I played with it for a few minutes and told him to get on his knees and bend over. I inserted my finger into him and massaged hinm for a few minutes, all the time he was complaining saying it was his day to come properly. I inserted the prostrate massager and within a few seconds the come started to flow from his willy onto the towel, it flowed and flowed and flowed, my God there was a huge puddle there on the towel. When I had finished milking him he said I thought you said I could have a proper orgasm today? I look at the hug puddle of cum on the towel and said I really don't think you have any more to give my love, maybe we will have to save up for another year. He says I am so cruel to him....
I don't think I am....
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