For MEN only. A Bedtime Story #2

Lock your cock in a cage or a fist. Fast and silently.

If you are reading this in the middle of a workday, sitting in an office chair – hand in pocket. Grip yourself in a vise, press your back against the back of the chair. You can move only one finger to scroll through this text. Everything else does not belong to you.

If you are at home and secluded – lock your cock in a cage, even without undressing. Lean your back against the wall, knees bent, muscles already starting to tremble under their own weight, legs turning to lead. You are no longer a man. You are a chair. A piece of furniture that must freeze and endure any whim of mine. The only thing you are allowed to do without a command is scroll through this text.

Right now, these letters are not just symbols on your screen. This is my voice.

I have already walked up and taken you by the chin. Look me in the eyes as long as I want you to. Inhale my breath while you can.

• Don't you dare move, - I whisper right into your mouth and immediately bite your lip roughly until you taste a metallic tang. No tenderness. You are consumable material for my satisfaction, nothing more.

I place my foot, encased in a thick stocking and a high boot, on your thigh, driving a sharp stiletto heel into your softness and with a precise movement force your head as low as possible. Like that. Start licking the edge of my boot near the knee. Then move your tongue to the smoothness of the stocking and travel all the way up to the band. With wide, wet strokes. More. Higher. Slower. Stop at the edge of the lace.

Inhale. And hold your breath for a count of three. Exhale and inhale again. Another three counts. I shift my foot onto your crotch. And now lift your head and look.

Look at how I pulled the heavy metal chain that is on me right now and built into my panties very tightly against my crotch. Look at how it slides easily into my already moistened vulva and hides between the inner lips when I move my hips. Do you see how I push it deeper and then let it go? Mmmm, it is stimulating me quite harshly right now, causing a rush of moisture. The links are rubbing roughly against the clitoris. Teasing the entrance. A light shiver of anticipation runs through me. Close your eyes. Inhale this spicy scent. I take my favorite riding crop in my hand and run its handle along my wetness, pressing it in slightly. In and out, three times.

Now open your mouth and lick my juice off the crop. Thoroughly! Down to the last drop.

I place the crop against your chin, lower my foot, arch my back, and begin to rub against your thigh. Look precisely at the spot where I am touching you! Do you see how my moisture is smearing across you? How my lips are swelling? How they have parted invitingly and exposed the clitoris?

But that is definitely not for you right now. Oh yes, I can see how your cock is already bursting the cage or the fist. Learn patience or get the fuck out.

I press my hand against your shoulder and use the second one to twist my nipples. Like that. Stimulating them densely, even harshly. I want it even harsher.

Part your mouth just enough so that my nipple rests right on your front teeth. Don't you dare close them even by a millimeter. I rub one nipple and then the other against your teeth in a pace that is comfortable and pleasant for me, pinching my areolas. And with my other hand at the same time, I press down on my clitoris, setting off a small, exhausting vibration throughout my entire body.

Sit still! Do not move a single muscle except your finger on the screen!

I step back half a step, returning my heel to your thigh. Endure! If you have already broken and cum in your pants — you are worthless. You can close the tab and slip back into your gray world.

If you are still holding out under lock and key — look at my vulva. It is swollen and begging for roughness. I move the chain aside and drive two fingers into myself — sharply, all the way to the base, leaving my thumb pressing on the clitoris. My muscles spasm around my fingers, but I keep moving. Sharp and deep. Slow and out. Another jerk. And a slow contrast. Yes, boy, female fingers can be more inventive than your cock. I look at you, at how your breathing has grown heavier, how your locked cock has swollen, how your eyes are glued to my vulva.

If you are obedient – I permit you to wrap your fingers around the base of the locked cock and press against your perineum with short, sharp jerks. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Stop. Hand away. Three breaths. I am still looking at you while my fingers massage me from the inside.

Now with short, tangible finger strokes, run across the spot between your cock and anus. Ten strokes. Stop. Move to the anus, make ten circular pressures on the outside. I know how your perverted thoughts cling to this. Penetration is forbidden. Stop. Return to the base of the cock and squeeze there with pulsating movements ten more times.

Now one phalanx of a finger into the anus, fast! Only short strokes, without going deeper. Stop. Freeze. No movements.

Look at me. I am already at the very peak, my fingers are driving into me hard and rhythmically, my body is arching. I love to cum under a slave's gaze.

I yank my grease-wet fingers out and slam them into your mouth. Suck. Remember my taste for the whole day.

Now open your fist or remove the lock.

I permit you to cum.

Report to the DMs. Let's see which of you is truly capable of obeying, and who can only whine.