Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Frustration, humiliation, exhaustion. The stink and itch of trickling and accumulated sweat, the discomfort at the knees and neck which gnaws away at the mind.

Ooo. The possibilities on this scene is endless.

If you are worthy of my service show me your cage!!

Harnessing his sexual energy and using it for her own benefits is of paramount importance in a FLR.

It's also beneficial for her to keep him at his most horny state, so it's a win-win.

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I'm publicly a very Alpha vanilla man. But i've been single for a while and started watching kinky porn. I'm finding myself inexorably drawn towards male chadtity, but I don't want to be. How can i stop being turned on by the idea of being locked up?

Do you really want me to tell you or do you want me to lure you in deeper? For instance, have you ever felt the cool sensation of a steel cage sliding over your cock? It’s quite a fascinating experience and I love to savor it through a boy’s eyes every time I lock a nice penis up. A cock loves to get into tight places and a chastity cage is no exception. The metal feels slippery and smooth on your skin yet cool instead of warm. The penis tingles with pleasure inside such a home. If that weren’t enough, the cool metal of the ring sliding behind your balls feels just as amazing. So comforting, so thrilling, yet in the back of your head you know that base ring means you’re about to embark upon a journey that you can’t easily back out of.

Then the click, a vibration that you hear and feel. You see me smile. I kiss you and you know that you’re stuck.

The final mind trip is when I step back and you move your hands down to feel it. It’s such a strange sensation. Your cock feels the compression of being held, and your hand feels a cock…yet they can’t feel each other. With a gentle tug you learn how firmly attached it is to your body and how impossible it would be to pull off. You suddenly feel a surge of panic and excitement as you realize you’re trapped. You’re good and truly trapped and nobody but I can free you. Your eyes scan around for they keys that were here just a minute ago. Where are they?

I’m talking to you and the words aren’t quite sinking in. I’m kissing you and you’re trying to catch up. I’m walking out the door and you’re missing me already but you can’t find the words because 90% of your brain power is trying to comprehend not being able to orgasm freely anymore.

Then I’m gone and you’re finally alone with your precious member. Alone to ponder and worry and process. Alone to try over and over to get hard, to get some sensation, to re-learn how much stronger steel is than flesh. Alone to wonder what I’m doing and who I’m with. Alone to predict how long it will be before you get to touch yourself and how sweet that experience will taste when, or if, it happens again.