Caged Sissy Sluts – Come Learn A Lesson

Dressed In All Pink

On a random friday afternoon, I found myself in the company of my favorite type of man. His name is Sissy John. He was a pervert, dressed in a frilly pink dress and adorned with delicate lace, his face painted with makeup and his hair long and flowing. He was a sight to behold, but it was not his appearance that had piqued my interest. No, it was the metal cage that encased his manhood, a symbol of his submission and obedience. Caged sissy sluts only deserve one thing.

Sissy John had been placed in chastity by his mistress, a dominant woman who held the key to his release. He was not to be touched, not to be pleasured, until she deemed him worthy. But she was not here now, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of mischief and desire wash over me. I knew that I could tempt him, tease him, and make him beg for release. And I knew that I would enjoy every moment of it.

I took his hand and led him to my bedroom, my heart pounding with excitement. And I pushed him onto the bed, his body trembling with desire. I climbed on top of him, my body pressing against his, and ground my hips against the cage that trapped his cock. He moaned, his breath hot against my skin. I could feel his arousal, the wetness seeping through the metal bars and staining the fabric of his dress.

Caged Sissy Sluts Need Love Too

I trailed my fingers down his chest, teasing his nipples through the lace of his dress. And I could feel his heart racing, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I continued my descent, my fingers tracing a path down his stomach, towards the cage that imprisoned his cock. Then I wrapped my fingers around the cold metal, feeling the heat of his arousal through the bars. I squeezed, and he cried out, his body bucking against mine.

I smiled, my lips curling into a wicked grin. But I knew that I had him, that I had the power to give him what he wanted, what he needed. I slowly unbuckled the cage, my fingers trembling with excitement. And I pulled it away, revealing his cock, hard and aching for release. I took it in my hand, my fingers wrapping around the shaft, and stroked it gently. He moaned, his hips bucking against my hand.

But I had other plans for Sissy John. I reached into my bedside drawer and pulled out a dildo, long and thick, with a curve that would hit all the right spots. I climbed off the bed, my body slick with sweat, and stood before him. Then I traced the dildo along my thigh, teasing him, before I slowly pushed it into my pussy. I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure. I pulled it out, my juices glistening on the shaft, and turned to face him.

Be My Obedient Whore

“On your hands and knees, Sissy John,” I commanded, my voice husky with desire. He obeyed, his body trembling with anticipation. I climbed onto the bed, my knees on either side of his hips, and traced the dildo along the crack of his ass. He moaned, his body tense with desire. I pushed the tip of the dildo against his hole, teasing him, before I slowly pushed it inside. I began to fuck him. And I could feel his cock, hard and aching, pressed against the mattress. I reached under him, my fingers wrapping around his shaft, and stroked it gently. He moaned, his body trembling with pleasure.

I could feel my orgasm building, my body trembling with desire. I thrust the dildo deeper, harder, as I stroked his cock. He moaned, his body tensing, as he approached his own release. I could feel him on the edge, his cock twitching in my hand. I squeezed, my fingers tightening around the shaft, as I pushed him over the edge. He cried out, his body trembling with pleasure, as he came. I could feel his cum, hot and sticky, against my hand.

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