He had not cum in days, and I had barely let him sleep. Let’s be clear, I absolutely adore my little fuck toy. He is the handsomest honey this side of the Pacific. I love playing with him and his high sex drive. I keep his pretty cock locked in a titanium cock cage. I always keep the key on a chain around my neck, so he has no chance of escape. I lay him down, and restrained both of his wrists and ankles. He was completely mine. I unlocked his little cage. His poor cock was crying for me! That made my cunt wetter than a Mississippi May. I took a silky feather, and ran it up and down his prick. He was moaning and begging before I had even been teasing him for thirty seconds. I stopped; that was barely anything, and yet he was ready to cum. Then again, this was day eleven of his thirty days of chastity challenge. His balls looked like they were about to bust as he started to cry. He knew he had nineteen more days of this sick, sweet torture. I laughed, and rubbed my clit, teasing him. I sat on his face, and promised him I’d let him cum if he used his tongue to flick my clit until I squirted all over his face. As I squirted for the third time this afternoon, I laughed too. He was desperate, and he’d be lucky if I ever let him cum again.