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Female Worship and Chastity He woke up to the familiar feel..
🕑 Added 2022-04-04 13:52:05 +0000 UTC Female Worship and Chastity He woke up to the familiar feeling of his cock trying to get hard in his cage. The smile spread across his face, he loved this feeling. Rolling over onto his stomach he thrust his hips into the mattress, the cage rubbed against his body as he moved. Conjuring the image of her in his mind, her blonde hair splayed out over the pillow. Her eyes closing as he entered her the sound of her as a moan escaped her lips. Yes this was his favourite fantasy. He could so easily cum even as his cage prevented him from getting an erection. Funny how the thing that made his cock twitch the most was the thing that stopped him from ever getting hard. That was enough tease right now he got out of bed and decided it was time for a shower. As he walked past the calendar on his bedroom door he marked off another day. 36 days. 36 days he had been caged. The topless girl smiled at him from the calendar “Sorry, not getting me hard.” He smirked as he looked at her pretty face and perfect tits. Rehanging the calendar and grabbing a towel he walked to the bathroom. He soaped up his body, paying special attention to his caged cock. He started thinking about a pretty blonde. Not the one from the calendar but the one he had pictured in his bed. He felt his dick twitch again. 90 minutes and he would see her. He could almost smell her perfume now, the sophisticated scent she always wore, he took a deep breath in enjoying the tor ture of his throbbing cock. Next he thought about the way her breasts looked in the blouses she wore, the buttons almost stretching to contain them. How many times had he wished, prayed even that one of those buttons would pop and give him the glimpse of her skin he desired so much. Working down her body in his mind he saw her ass in the tight skirt with the slit at the back. As she moved the slit revealing a teasing look at her inner thigh. He squeezed his balls imagining how her soft skin would feel under his fingers, oh what he would do, what he would give just to be able to stroke her thigh for a second. Finally, he thought about her slender calves and pretty feet covered by the black heels she always wore. How he wanted to sit and worship her feet. Kiss them, kiss her ankles and all the way up her legs. He finished his shower, this had become his morning ritual for the past 36 days, shower and thinking about her. Worshiping every part of her body. The parts of her body he had been lucky enough to see, the rest of her he had had to use his imagination. She was the most perfect woman he had ever seen... She was also his married neighbour. At 20, John had had girlfriends, emphasis on girl. He had had sex, blow jobs, even a threesome. He looked in the mirror as he ran his fingers through his dark hair. He was a good looking guy, he knew it. His ego was helped by the fact he had never had to deal with rejection. He seemed to be the one that broke every girl's heart when he left the morning after without a goodbye. The amount of text messages and phone calls he let go unanswered. Okay he was a bit of a jerk. A boyish grin spread on his face at that thought. That was his winning smile that made so many panties drop, the problem was he was now bored. Bored of girls his age, bored of easy conquests. Sex no longer appealed to him how it once had. He blamed her. Ever since the first time he saw her, no one else had existed. She was classy but there was something else about her, the way she walked, the look behind the smile she would give, she was the definition of sex. He was consumed by the idea of worshiping her. And for John that was a very alien idea indeed. Checking the time and realising he was running late he threw on his clothes and left the house. Taking longer than necessary to lock the front door, he waited. “Good morning John” Stuffing his keys into his pocket he turned in the direction of the voice. He knew the voice, knew exactly where to look. It was the reason he had waited. The voice belonged to his neighbour. Flashing his best smile, “Good morning Mrs Cole.” She looked immaculate as always as she locked her front door and walked towards her car. Her heels clicked on the path as she flicked her hair and put her sunglasses on. Needing to stall her, “Beautiful morning isn’t it.” She stopped walking and turned back to look at him. “It really is, and how many times John, my name is Vicky not Mrs Cole. I’m 31, not 81!” Giving him a playful exasperated sigh. He laughed, could she be any more perfect. Yup, he was done for. “Have a nice day Vicky.” “You too John. Mum and dad okay?” “All good, both already left work.” “On that note I had better get my ass moving.” She lifted her sunglasses and gave him a wink. John’s stomach did a somersault and his dick, well you can guess. He watched her climb into her car, hoping for a cheeky glimpse of her legs but she was too graceful for that. She gave him as little wave as she pulled off the drive. John checked his watch, 8.46 am. She WAS pushing it today. Her work place was a 16 minute drive from here. She was never late, John’s curiosity peaked. He got in his own car - Yes he was going to be late too but she was worth it - and made the 20 minute drive to his own work. 20 minutes to tease himself over reasons she might have been late this morning. Maybe she was giving Mr Cole a good morning blow job, or he had woken her up and fucked her for an hour before he left for work. Did they fuck in bed, or in the shower? Did he bend her over the kitchen counter as she made their morning coffee? If he was ever lucky enough to wake up to her he would spend an hour between her legs just kissing and licking her pussy. A woman like that deserved to be worshiped. That word again. He had thought it a lot since he had first seen Mrs Cole, Vicky. He thought back to that day when he had watched them move in. They had come across the street and introduced themselves to his parents. Mr and Mrs Cole. He had listened from his bedroom. Mrs Cole. He repeated her name as he lay on his bed cock in hand, stroking slowly. Every edge he would say her name again. That was the night he fell down the kink rabbit hole. FLR - Female Led Relationships Female domination Cuckold Female Worship - yes, that was what he felt when he looked at her. The need to worship. Chastity - John was intrigued by this idea very much. A few more clicks on the magical internet - *Generally, these devices are utilized in BDSM play to take control of your sexual desires by your partner. The wearer of the device transfers the power to his partner who holds the key for the device. Other reasons that people indulge in male chastity includes: Denial of Sex or Sexual Tease One of the major aspects of using these devices is the denial of sex aspect and once you have been denied sex for a long time, you would become more aggressive when the device is unlocked and perform again in the bed. Increased Sex Drive Another reason that people opt for this device is to enhance their sex drive. Since you can’t have sex or stroke off while wearing an enclosure, taking it off and being permitted to encounter joy, can make the accompanying sex and climaxes unquestionably progressively exceptional (particularly if your accomplice makes you wear one for some time).* A few more clicks and John had ordered his first Chastity cage. ******** Pulling into the work car park John parked his car. Checked his reflection in the mirror, adjusted the cage the best way he could in his suit trousers and walked into his office. John was a trainee accountant. The money wasn’t great right now, but it would get a lot better soon. 8 hours to go he said to himself. 5.32pm. John waited on his drive. He checked his watch for the twentieth time. No Mrs Cole. Another minute ticked by. He would have to go inside in a moment. Disappointment at not seeing her racked through him. He had been thinking of this all day, he had planned what he wanted to say, even practised his stupid smile in the mirror at work. Giving up, he got out of the car and walked to the front door. No one seemed to be home yet as he put his key in the door. Just as the key turned and the lock clicked open he heard a car. His cock reacted as quickly as his head did. Her car pulled up on her drive. He watched. She got out of the car oblivious to her audience. Mr Cole climbed out of the car too. He was handsome if men were your thing. Unable to drag his eyes away, John watched. Mr Cole walked around the car to his wife, scooping her little body into arms so easily. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him hard. John had to grab his cage, his cock tried to react to the scene in front of him. As the married couple disappeared into their house, so did John. He had never seen them together like that. He had fantasised about it. A lot. The new memories of her in his arms now branded in his memory. What were they doing behind the closed doors…
