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As I slide my hands down the warmth of his body, I lay my head in the soft familiar body hair running down his belly. I inhale deeply, breathing in the most comforting smell, the perfect packet of pheromones that makes my brain light up, perfectly satisfied in this moment. As my hand slides, I slow down, feeling a rush of excitement. This gorgeous, swollen cock is all mine to play with and it's fully erect, existing for nothing but my next move. I look up with a genuine smile and he looks down at me with the glazed-over eyes of a man deep in the grips of arousal, and rightly so, I haven't let him cum in 10 days. I feel every curve of my body illuminate with power, I arch into every inch of my femininity. My form rolls into his glazed eyes and I watch as his physiology deceives him once again and his cock bounces in lust, leaking precum. 

I preen him with a smile, tugging at his restraints, testing for strength as the tips of my nails lightly trail into forgotten places on his body. Along his ribs, behind his ear, the sensitive spots on his inner thigh, I brim with excitement. I adore the duplicity of this process, the layers of richness here. My fingers trace a line of neurons in his brain that have never been sequenced quite like this before. His eyes follow me but he is gone, deep in his lust, but I am sober, my consciousness becoming ever sharper as his dulls. I am the pianist and his body is a grand piano under the warmth of a summer night sky. I walk through the forest, up to my bench, I take a seat and begin to play a symphony of nerves for an audience of one.

As my left hand wraps around the cords of his testicles, I lay my head on his shoulder, looking into his eyes as my right hand joins in, pulling down on each ball equally, finding that perfect center of each. This is my call and I await his response. His eyes stay fixed on mine, lids half closed and his body curls weakly into this sensation. This is my green light. I crawl my body over top of him, lifting his head and tucking my arm underneath, my face inches from his, watching his eyes as I slowly draw my thigh up, between his spread, helpless legs.

Reality sets into a mind that is so ill-equipped to process. I've usurped the part of him that cares, I've guided that part quietly into these restraints while I've fed him the reassurance he needs to continue. I'm the violator and the healer and I can feel myself 50 feet above the earth as I place the first blow. It's so warm in between his legs and his neck meets my mouth as his body curves into itself, meeting me where I am in predatory stillness. My eyes close as I breathe in his intoxicating scent, opening again as my palm wraps around his neck, pushing him back down into his prone position.

My lips touch his and we lock eyes as I whisper, "Want another one?" As he brings his chin down, in the first nod of approval, my knee has already thrust into him. I leave it there and watch his face closely as he recovers. His breathing has become deeper and his eyes are saturated with confusion. I reach down and feel his abused balls, bypassing the length of his hard dick, feeling only the side of it twitch. I kiss his mouth and push my body into him, his form curling instinctively towards me, against his restraints, seeking comfort in the pleasure I hold.

I massage his balls, running my mouth up the side of his neck, breathing in his ear, "This might hurt". The words make my pupils dilate and I start my sadistic massage. I work my way, rhythmically, down the length of his balls, feeling the delicate curves of the cords leading into the sack itself. I begin by palming the entirety of both balls, sweeping pressure throughout each finger in turn. I burn the points of my thumbs into the center of each testicle, my teeth clench as I visualize his anatomy, the mere millimeters of tissue that separate me from destruction and I allow myself a moment to think about popping them open. I sink into this moment of his excruciating pain and let it fill my panties with the wetness I've been holding back for years.

I relax my jaw and my hands fall soft. I run my hands past his hard cock and lay on top of him for a few moments, bathing, for a moment, in my waning adrenaline. As I reposition myself, slowly, over his face, I tuck my feet under his shoulders. His face is perfectly positioned under me now. His laboured attempts at breathing combined with his best efforts to keep his tongue rhythmically at my service, leave me cumming in no time. As I release his restraints, I can't help but smile in a silly, satisfied daze. He watches my every move and finally, I kiss him, before motioning to his chastity cage. I sink into the distraction of my phone while he struggles with his cage. I check his lock and hold the key to his cage in my fingers before quickly falling into the most satisfying sleep.