The tightness of the chastity belt is a constant reminder, a delicious torment that I’ve come to relish. It’s not just about the physical discomfort; it’s the psychological edge, the power play that keeps him on his toes. I know he’s frustrated, desperate even, but that’s the point. His humiliation is my satisfaction, and I wear it like a badge of honor. It’s a game of control, and I’m the one holding the reins. And he knows it. Every time he looks at me, he sees the belt, the symbol of his submission. It’s a visual cue, a constant reminder of who’s in charge. I don’t care how much it bothers him; in fact, it makes me feel even more empowered. The belt is a tool, a means to an end, and the end is his complete surrender.
Bedroom Dynamics: The Art of Control
In the bedroom, the dynamics shift. The belt becomes a focal point, a centerpiece of our power play. It’s not just about wearing it; it’s about the psychological impact, the way it changes the atmosphere. I can feel his eyes on me, his desire, his frustration. It’s a heady mix, and I’m the one in control, dictating the pace, the intensity, the outcome. So, I stand here, confident, knowing that I’m the one pulling the strings. The belt is a testament to my dominance, a symbol of his submission. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s a game, and I’m the one who sets the rules.
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I Promised I Would Let You Fuck My Vagina if You Spent a Year in the Chastity Cage
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