Deceiving Our Sub

Quiet after hours. The door shuts, the lock clicks. He walks in already caged, metal pressing tight against every twitch. Blonde dommes wait. They promised release after months of good behavior and they plan to keep their word. They stroke the cage, drag their nails over the skin around it. Fingers trace the edges until the metal warms. He starts to shake. One hand unlocks, the other follows. When the cage finally comes free he jerks, raw and leaking, desperate. Vibrators buzz straight onto the swollen head while another hand pumps the shaft in slow, relentless strokes. The first climax hits hard, hips bucking, ropes spilling over both sets of fingers. They don’t stop. The second orgasm is dragged out minutes later, thinner, more painful, every muscle trembling as they milk him empty again. Short breaths, wet sounds, the sharp smell of come on blonde skin. Two loads, two ruined climaxes, and no mercy until the last drop is gone.