I can edge him day in and day out for weeks straight -- and I do -- but
what he hasn't been getting from Me is the mindfuck that truly sends him
over the edge. Tonight I want My words and voice to fill his head while he
watches My hands -- on him, on the screen, putting on gloves -- as I toy
with him.

I take My little plaything fully out of his metal cage to stroke him. He's
sensitive, full of cum and full of anticipation. He's on the brink almost
immediately, and I don't let up. I want it so engorged it hurts. I need him
to suffer. So I put on the latex gloves to stroke him harder. I want him
slutty and grinding his plump prostate down onto My fist, but we hardly get
there before he's squealing, leaking -- a ruin that certainly doesn't drain
him. He doesn't even come close to a real cum.

Does he have more for me? Let's find out. I generously offer post-O and the
opportunity to cum again for real ... if he can. Instead, he BEGS to go
back into the cage, locked safely away from his cruel Mistress who'll be
expecting a better performance the next night, and the night after that,
and the night after that.

Ruined: a chastity detour

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