It’s been a busy week, and I have to admit I didn’t have enough time to tease him or use his talent as much as I would like to. So, it’s been great to finally have more time to catch up on both. I couldn’t wait to lie him on the bed and just ride his face. It’s always such a treat for both of us … well, in a very different, but intensive, way. 🤭

I’ve been teasing him through messages during the week. I think it’s important to keep the expectation and tension high, but also to remind him that denial isn’t that I don’t want him, but rather that I want him to crave me, even if there is no way for him to fulfill that. It’s the intention that’s important. It’s the difference between not being interested vs being interested in his frustration. He may not cum, but he’s getting ten times the erotic attention compared to the time he could jerk off anytime. I don’t think he ever got more sexts and nudes in his phone than when I took his chastity keys away 🤭Anyway, while being teased in messages made him leak through the week, for the weekend I’ve decided to surprise him with something nice, so I dressed up for the occasion. Seeing his jaw hit the floor when he came to my place made me think that I should wear things like this more often 😈 Or maybe not, to keep it rare. Not sure about that.

My plan was to continue the rollercoaster of emotions, to solidify that I really have complete control over him and his penis. While I love watching him twitch in the cage while I ride his face, I was in the mood to see how much he craves my pussy. I wanted to see his dick spring up, and fuck the only thing he can … air in front of him. 🤭 Few things get me more aroused quickly than feeling his burning desire to fuck me, knowing my wet pussy is all over his face, but his dick can’t do anything about it. It will just stay erect, squirm, and drip, displaying his readiness, until I cum and he gets locked up again.🥵

I was thinking why I love watching it, when I have zero intention of using his erect dick. And then it hit me. It’s not that I don’t have use for his penis, but rather that the expected use has changed. His erection is like a physical compliment; it’s a reminder of how much he wants me. And everybody likes to be wanted. Knowing he’s giving up orgasm, erection, control of himself, while his tongue is serving me all over my pussy, the feeling of almost wrong unfairness is what fuels the intensity. I feel like I am almost literally drawing the orgasm out of his frustration. 🥵 Just right before the moment of no return, when I start to shake, I am imagining how it has to feel, being endlessly edged and denied. Sometimes I ride that edge for a second, torn between wanting to experience it as well, and being horny by the fact that I am causing it. 😈Knowing well, in a second waves of pleasure will wash all over my body, while he will be left with a dripping dick and wet face, is more than I can handle, and I let myself go.

It really feels almost wrong. I feel simultaneously like a complete bitch and a goddess being worshipped. Whenever I have an orgasm like this and feel like I really had an orgasm for both of us, I feel like I truly understand the meaning of what decadent means. 🤭 Luckily, I know he’s loving it just as I do, even though his experience, while in no way less intense, is very different from mine.