I’m the One Who Decides When You Can Cum Again

I remember the moment she stripped me down, her red hair cascading over her shoulders as she tied me up. ‘So you thought I was being kinky?’ she laughed, her voice dripping with amusement and power. ‘Haha, you’re so dumb.’ Her words stung, but the real pain was yet to come. She held up two metal chastity devices, one in each hand, her eyes gleaming with malice and excitement. ‘Now that you’re trapped here, I’m gonna put this on you. And I’ll decide when you’ve earned some ‘out time’.’ Her voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. She listed the rules: chores not done, an extra week; dinner not cooked, another week; her pussy not licked right, a whole month. Complaining about her other lovers, male or female, meant permanent chastity. It was a harsh reality, but one I couldn’t escape.

The Power of Her Decision

Her decision was final, and I knew it. She was the one in control, and I was at her mercy. The chastity cage was a symbol of her dominance, a physical reminder of my submission. She could extend my sentence with a mere word, and I would have to obey. Her pussy was the prize, and I was desperate to earn it. But first, I had to prove myself worthy. The tasks she set were daunting, but I knew I had to complete them. Her satisfaction was my only goal, and I was willing to do anything to achieve it. The thought of her pleasure was the only thing keeping me going.The bedroom was our arena, a place where her rules reigned supreme. The curtain to her left and the ornate bed behind her added to the atmosphere of power and control. She sat there, fully clothed in her black dress with white dots, her spectacles perched on her nose. Her neutral expression was deceptive, hiding the storm of dominance beneath. The small amount of daylight filtering in from the right only highlighted her authority. She was the sun, and I was merely a planet orbiting her will.As I reflect on that moment, I realize the depth of her control. She wasn’t just a partner; she was a goddess, and I was her devoted servant. The chastity cage was more than just a device; it was a testament to her power over me. And as I sit here, remembering her words and her touch, I know that I would do it all over again. For her, I would endure anything. Her pleasure, her satisfaction, her dominance—it’s all I crave. And in that craving, I find my purpose.