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Oh yeah? You gonna tell my big sister? I’d suggest you think twice, because here is your situation: Before she went shopping she tied you to this chair and put the Venus2000 on your dick. The reason she set its strokes on very slow is, because she keeps you in strict denial. Everybody knows that.

What no one knows is that I just took off the Venus2000, sucked and fucked you with every hole I can offer, until you couldn’t hold it back anymore. Now I’m gonna fill your cum into the Venus2000 and put it back on your cock.

And now think again. What (and more important “who”) will my sis believe? The crazy truth? Or are you gonna blame her? Tell her that it’s her fault, because the strokes were too fast and you came into the device?

Here’s a good tip, cutie: Say that it’s all your fault. You were weak and couldn’t control yourself. You did it wrong and you can only beg for mercy. This way you will not be punished as hard as if you come up with some stupid and insulting story like her little sister is a crazy bitch. Think of me when she decides how to handle your little outbreak *giggle*

The Deal of a Lifetime- Part 1

You can't handle this anymore and want me to let you out of chastity? Go back to being a normal boyfriend with sex and orgasms and everything? I suppose I can do that, if you really want it. But first let's just think it through.

Free of the cage for the first time in years you try and have sex, but all that denial means not only are you extra sensitive down there but your stamina is totally ruined and you can't go for more than a few minutes without cumming. Since you're unable to satisfy me I start looking elsewhere, turning you into a cuckold and eventually just dumping you altogether.

Now you have no Mistress, no girlfriend and no sex life so your only outlet is your hand- jerking off to pictures of girls who wouldn't look twice at you. Despite how you begged to be set free you even start jerking off to chastity porn again, remembering how good it felt to be locked up and frustrated for me. After a while though even that gets boring; the masturbating that felt so good just a few short months ago isn't doing it anymore, and a thought occurs. You miss it, the denial and the torment and the frustration, worshipping me as a Goddess while you get nothing.

A week later we meet for coffee, you apologize for hurting me and putting your own pleasure before mine and ask, beg, plead to be allowed to return to what we had. Without a word, just a smile, I take out your old cage from my purse and place it on the table in front of you alongside a lock, but no key. You disappear into the bathroom and return a few minutes later with your cock safely back away, but find me gone. Your phone chimes to reveal a message from me, explaining that you've just begun your penance and have a long road to travel before I fully accept you as my slave again.

Do you really want to go through all that? Or shall we just cut out the middleman and keep you like this?

After all, sooner all later all boys come crawling back to the cage..