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Collars were meant for boys so you can pull them tight against your pussy

Do you ever see yourself settling down? Doing the family thing? Finding the one guy you keep permanently as yours?

Yes I do. I want a family. A husband and four kids. Ideally, two boys and two girls.

But the husband has to come first. So far I haven’t found a man that can stand up to me. Whenever I meet a guy at a party that seems interesting, mysterious, strong, I’m drawn to him. If he can keep up a conversation and knows how to flirt well, it piques my interest. I turn on the charm offensive and boom we’re dating. As long as he can stand up to me I’m happy. But over time I start to wear guys down. I don’t to it on purpose. I swear! It’s just who I am. Before too long I start taking over the relationship and the bedroom. I always tell the guys I’m dating all about what I do. They’re usually quite fascinated by it. But the moment he asks me about chastity for for himself I know the relationship’s days are numbered. I can’t help myself. “Oh! It’s incredible! Do you want to try it out, just to see what it feels like? I bet you’re curious.” Guys can’t seem to say no. Before you know it he’s locked up nice and snug. “What you do think? Comfy, eh? Doesn’t it feel like my hand is always gripping you? But this isn’t even the best part. You need to wait a couple more days for that.” Days turn to weeks and what do you think happens to bf?

You guessed it. Once that cage slides on it’s only a matter of time until boyfriend becomes boy toy. It’s not all bad. At least he’ll be forever bound to me, always someone special. Just not a husband.

But I have hope that someday a man will be able to stand up to me and keep me in my place. Is that man you?

Have you had sex with a woman in front of a locked boy? Or made a locked girl tease a locked boy?

Who hasn’t?

But seriously…who? I want to tell them what they’re missing.

Yeah, enjoying my sexuality and the sexuality of others before the hungry eyes of locked boys is sort of a guilty pleasure hobby of mine. It might even be a calling card.

It’s one thing to lock you up and make love to your girlfriend right there in front of you. That’s always fun, especially when you start hearing her make whimpers and squeaks and moans you’ve never heard her make before.

But imagine for a moment, going downtown to a cozy little club instead. You’re dressed to the nines in that shirt that makes your eyes catch the light. Your girl is wearing the little black dress with the golden hem you bought her for your anniversary. I’m wearing that perfume that forces you to inhale whenever you catch the scent. Imagine pushing past the crowd to the bar where we leave you. You watch from across the room as I take your girlfriend by the hand out to the dance floor. You’ve never seen her laugh and smile so much in her life as we dance and joke. She spins away when the horn section flares and melts into me when the bass walks. When we finally come back to the bar, out of breath and needing refreshment, you can’t ignore how her eyes keep finding mine, how my calf tends to brush against hers, how she blushes when I put my hand on her knee. You wish she did that for you, but your cock is content where it is, locked in a cool, smooth, steel cage.

On the ride back to the hotel I sit between you. She leans her head on my shoulder and I play with her hair. I slide my hand down and make lazy circles on the smooth skin of her inner thighs with my fingertips. She coos softly and it seems like her skirt keeps moving higher and higher. My free hand rests on your thigh, high and very close to that inescapable cage. You can’t help wonder what new things I will teach her about her body when we finally arrive at our room. You cross your fingers that you will be allowed to see it all and not be gagged, blindfolded and tied to a chair in the bathroom like last time. Please, not that again.