Locked in Chastity for Mommy’s Pleasure
I still get wet thinking about the night I locked him in chastity.
My name is Rachel, and I’m the kind of dirty mommy milf who doesn’t ask twice. When my boy started getting too cocky, too quick to grab at me, I decided he needed a permanent reminder of who owns that dick. So I bought the sleekest steel cage I could find, waited until he was hard and desperate, then slid it on and clicked the lock shut. The key went straight onto my necklace, resting right between my heavy tits where he can see it every time he begs.
Chastity changed everything. Now he walks around soft and frustrated, eyes glued to my body while I tease him for hours. I’ll strip slowly in front of him, cupping my full breasts, pinching my nipples until they’re stiff, then spread my legs and finger myself while he watches, locked and leaking. “Look at that pretty little cock trapped in its cage,” I tell him. “Mommy decides when it gets to feel anything… and right now Mommy just wants to play with herself.”
The first time I made him kneel between my thighs while I came all over his face, the cage was already shiny with precum. He whimpered so sweetly when I refused to unlock him. That sound—needy, obedient, completely owned—has become my favorite addiction. Every morning I check the lock, give the cage a little tug, and remind him that chastity is forever until I say otherwise.
Some nights I ride his face for an hour, grinding my soaked pussy against his tongue while I hold the key just out of reach. Other nights I make him watch me fuck myself with a thick toy, describing exactly how good it would feel if he were still allowed inside me. He always ends up dripping, balls aching, whispering “please, Mommy” like the good locked boy he is.
I’ve turned him into the perfect pet. No more selfish thrusting. No more finishing too fast. Just pure, desperate service. And the best part? He loves it. He thanks me every time I tighten the rules, every time I deny him for another week, every time I make him clean up the mess I leave on his tongue while that cage stays firmly in place.
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