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Text me if you wanted to get caged in chastity

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Text me if you wanted to get caged in chastity

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Follow Me

Stay focused on me. That’s all I ask.

You’re walking just a few steps behind me, the hallway quiet, the soft click of my heels leading the way. We’re heading back to the room… but you don’t know what’s waiting for you there. Not yet. And that’s the point.

It could be something innocent. Ice cream before bed, curled up together, sweet and simple. Or… It could be something far more intentional. Me, stretched across the bed, waiting for your tongue, your obedience, your restraint. Me, needy, demanding, aching to use you for my pleasure—without ever giving you what you crave in return. I haven’t decided. Or maybe I have… and I’m just enjoying watching your mind spin while your cage tightens with every step.

And as you follow, I glance back. Once. Then again. You catch each look, each flicker of my gaze, and you know—whatever I choose, whatever I have planned—your job is the same:

Stay focused on me. Walk behind me and let your devotion sharpen with every step. Let the ache grow. Let the tension twist. Let your mind narrow to one thing only: me.

Not your pleasure. Not your release. Not your hopes.

Just the sway of my hips. The glint in my eye when I look back and catch you straining. That’s your reward. That’s your reminder.

Keep walking. Keep aching. And when we reach that door… You’ll find out exactly what I’ve decided.

But either way— You’ll give. And I’ll take. And you’ll love me all the more for it. 🐝

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“You Thought Tonight Was About Me… Didn’t You?”

It’s date night. You’re freshly locked. You’re freshly showered. You’ve been on your best behavior—because you know I notice everything.

Dinner, shopping, a long walk through the outdoor mall… and you, hard and helpless the entire time.

You sit across from me at the restaurant, trying to stay composed, but the flick of my foot beneath the table tells another story. My toe slides slowly up your leg. I press gently against the cage, the pressure subtle but maddening. I watch your jaw tighten, your eyes flicker, your breath catch.

You glance at me, hoping for some kind of mercy, and I just smile sweetly… because the real torture? It’s above the table.

The key. Hanging on a delicate chain. Dangling softly between my breasts, catching the candlelight with every shift of my body. Swinging. Swaying. Taunting you.

And you can’t stop looking. Can’t stop imagining what it might feel like if I reached for it. If I let you out. If tonight… I let you have me.

But you know me better than that.

We shop. We walk. You carry my bags. I brush your arm, slide my fingers just barely under the hem of your shirt, lean in a little too close when I whisper which toy I bought from the little boutique. You’re aching. Throbbing. And we’re just getting started.

Back at the hotel, you see it.

I lay out a spread—my favorite toys, clamps, a blindfold, that wicked little crop you hate and crave in equal measure.

But tonight… is different.

Tonight, it’s not about my pleasure. Tonight is for you.

I tell you to lie back. And I take my time.

Kissing you. Stroking you. Using every tool I brought with a slow, teasing rhythm. Just enough to make your breath catch, your thighs tense, your hips twitch. I straddle your lap and grind down, just enough to make you feel what you’ll never have again.

I edge you until you’re dripping. Begging with your body, not your words—you know better.

And just when you think it can’t get more intense… I whisper, “Go ahead. Let it happen. Let your body think it’s real.”

You don’t come. Not really. We wouldn’t ruin our perfect streak.

But the mess you make? The trembling? The moaning? The haze in your eyes after I ride your locked cage like I own your soul?

That’s the kind of release you’ll remember. Not the kind between your legs. But the kind only I can give— when I take you to the very edge of madness… and leave you there.

Exactly where I want you. Exactly where you belong.

And tomorrow? We’ll go for brunch. Like nothing happened at all.

Except you’ll still be aching. And I’ll still have the key.

Draped between my breasts. Right where you like it. 🐝

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Text me if you wanted to get caged in chastity

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I have your feature in my hand dm if you really want to be mine forever telegram @Bestdomme01 📥

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My favorite was her pantyhose ❤

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