A Cruel Chastity Tease

This is real. A dynamic I don’t share with many submissives. The air shifts the second the collar snaps shut. His eyes catch the low light and the gleam hits me like a pulse between my legs. This one’s different. He’s already straining in the cage, the metal biting every time he twitches. Corset laced tight, I watch the leather straps cut across my skin while he strains harder against nothing but his own locked cock. I trace the steel ring with one nail, slow enough to make him flinch. He doesn’t ask. He just leaks. I smile, lean in close, and let my breath warm the side of his neck. Every heartbeat pulls the chain tighter. Every heartbeat reminds him who owns the key.