I move closer to my horny little pet, reach for his shirt, and unbutton it.
My fingers brush his rock-hard pecs, he jumped like they were made of fire. As a result, I smile a wicked smile and say, “Someone’s a horny little pet today.” I let his shirt drop to the floor and undo his jeans. Subsequently, his hands are clenched into fists by his sides. This was the only way my horny little pet could control himself with my close proximity and the urgent need throbbing inside that locked cage. I’ll take it nice and slow for my four-legged friend today.
I helped him out of his jeans.
His underwear beautifully framed the chastity device with which he had such an intense love-hate relationship. I remained fully dressed and pulled my slave’s tighty whities down to his mid-thighs to reveal the locked metal cage. I retrieved the key from around my neck and unlocked the small padlock. The challenge to not reach down and rip the chastity cage from his denied cock himself must have been overwhelming. Simultaneously, my horny little pet didn’t want to risk fucking up and losing a rare chance to cum. I gently removed the device from him, freeing cock and balls in one fluid movement.
His massive erection was immediate.
Not even my laughter could quell that monster. His back arched a little at feeling the room’s cold air on his sensitive and needy fuck toy as if freedom alone were enough to stimulate him to climax. “God… you’re really fucking desperate this time, aren’t you, my horny little pet?” “Yes, Mistress.” “Shh… do try to relax and make the most of it, my horny little pet. You know it will be a long time before you get this again.”
Moving closer to him, I hitched my skirt up and brought my leg up on his erection.
The smooth top of my soft hip showed, and the seductive visual followed by the sensation of silky skin traveling over his sensitive shaft made his eyes roll back into his head then flicker shut. The noises escaping his lips were absolutely seductive. I continued this for a few moments until I was sure he couldn’t take another second, or else those balls would release their weeks’ pent-up frustration. Bringing my leg back down, away from him, and relishing his moans, my other hand reached for his cock. He had opened his eyes when my smooth hip left him. He watched my hand reach for his cock. The thought of me giving him a hand-job elicited another whimper and back-arch from my horny little pet.
Instead, I teased with just the slightest touch of my fingertips.
I let my warm fingers gently trail up my horny little pet’s now admittedly magnificent cock, and I admired the contrast of my manicured nails against my horny little pet’s desperate, tortured dick. Then I move down to his full-to-bursting balls, my smoothly rounded nails dragged over the surface, his needy whimpers and yelps reaching their peak. Using only the very lightest, barely-there touches, my nails traveled up his stiff shaft and down again to his balls, which were high and ready. It was almost time for my horny little pet to blow. He’d done well to restrain himself. Consequently, he would be rewarded.
Leaning over him, I moved my face close to his ready, throbbing cock.
My smooth fingernails moved away from his balls to just underneath, with the gentlest touches against his taint. Undoubtedly, he could scarcely believe his luck as my mouth approached his cock. Was his Mistress really going to? I blew gentle breaths over his exposed cockhead. I could see his balls readying themselves for the release. Just three more hot breaths from his Mistress’ cruel mouth directly on his strained muscle was all it took. He let out a divine and lengthy wail, I moved my head up just in time.
“Oh, my horny little pet. What an absolute mess you’ve made! Now clean it while I lock you back up.”
Come, be my horny little pet. I’ll let you cum, maybe with some fetish phone sex. I’ll push you to your breaking point.
