This is a true story with a bit of writing flair. Its my first post and I hope you like it. For setup, this is my spouse and I and a small window into our interpersonal time.
“You want to cum, don’t you cutie?” her question stoked his torment.
“Yes Goddess, I want to cum.”
Her fingers lightly traced the exposed skin of his cock, bound up tightly in its metal cage.
“I know you do baby, but good boys don’t get to cum.” She pinch a portion of his jailed cock between its bars. “I only let dirty boys cum for me.”
He groaned aloud a the pain and pleasure of her fingers while her words rolled through his increasingly fevered mind.
She continued to torment him through his cage, “And I need a very dirty boy today.”
“I’ll be your dirty boy Goddess, please. Please let me be dirty.”
She slapped him across the face, lightly but enough to focus his disobedient attention. “I didn’t ask you to speak cunt. You can’t be dirty if you don’t know your place. Understand?”
“Yes Goddess.”