It's the coziest cold winter night for My boy, buried under My irresistibly seductive warm body with the threat and promise of a timed smother.

It's been a wild few months of rapidly escalating kink for him. He groans and swells for the spitting, spanking, CEI, and foot worship, but sometimes he needs a not-so-gentle reminder of where he came from and how I made him Mine: by relentlessly swallowing his face with My ass.

His origins are under Me, and it's all he needs to be satisfied. When he's locked and strictly denied, the neverending delirium while he inhales Me is the best he can hope for. I "promised" him 20 minutes of delicious submission, but that's a minimum. We go as long as I want, and he's My favorite seat.
From my black shorts with the ruched seam that fits his nose and mouth so perfectly ... to my soft knit leg warmers around his skull ... to the black thong I treat him to as I start undressing ... to the chastity key that remains hanging around my neck for longer than he can bear ... the cage is tight and too tempting for Me. I can't resist unlocking him for some wicked edges -- the only thing saving him from cumming is the metal chastity ring I refuse to take off. Sorry 'bout it, boy, you're Mine and now you know it all over again.

The slave My ass built

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