Mmm, nothing gets my blood pumping quite like a man wrapped in the airtight confines of chastity. The smell of his desperate, pent-up arousal, the way his cock throbs and leaks pre-cum against the unyielding silicone, the agony etched across his face as he grinds against me… pure heaven.
I’ve claimed several loveslaves over the years, but none quite the specimen currently hogtied to my bed. His muscles flex and ripple beneath smooth, olive skin as he writhes against the heavy chain linking his locked cock to the base of the bedframe. The poor dear didn’t stand a chance once I laid eyes on his juicy, ripe ass and the thick, veiny schlong between his thighs.
Now, he’s mine, body and soul, and I intend to keep it that way. His balls ache, heavy and swollen with untapped seed, while his dick seems determined to tunnel into my wet, welcoming heat. But alas, the cruel, unforgiving chastity cage ensures no orgasmic release for my teasing plaything.
With a playful smirk, I straddle him, rubbing my soaked slit along his raging hardness, sending sparks of pleasure through us both. His desperate whimpers and strained breaths are music to my ears as I grind, slowly, tortuously, against his locked member. The friction is exquisite, driving him closer to the edge only to yank him back, leaving him teetering on the brink of ecstasy.
I lean in, my full, glossy lips brushing his ear as I whisper a promise, “You’ll come for me, my love, but not until I say so. Not until your cock is battered and spent, and your balls are empty of every last drop.” A shiver runs through his captive form at the dark, sultry vow, and I can’t help but purr in satisfaction. This is what being a succubus is all about – seduction, manipulation, and the sweet, sweet torment of denying a man his ultimate pleasure. For now, my chained plaything is mine to toy with, my innocent victim doomed to suffer at my hands until I deem him worthy of release.