Denied in Chastity While I Stroke the Strap-On That Replaces Him

Locked in chastity with a strap-on humiliatingly strapped over it, my slave is nothing more than a joke: his useless dick caged while I play with a real one. With his hands bound and legs spread wide, I begin the session by whipping his ass and back, marking him red for me. I edge the strap-on, taunting him with every stroke, making him ache with the pathetic wish that it was his cock I was using. I press the magic wand to his locked cage, just enough to tease, never enough to satisfy. I command him to kneel, to worship my leather boots and perfect ass, while his caged dick twitches in frustration. Then, I remove his blindfold and let him watch. Watch as I make him hump my boots like a desperate toy, knowing full well he’ll never feel it where he wants to. No edging. No release. Just shame and denial, exactly what he deserves.