You wake up the next morning to feel metal between your legs. You take off the bed sheets to find a Chasity cage locked on your penis

Well now that I have you locked up, let's get ready for the day shall we? You know your place as my submissive partner, so don't even think about complaining or acting out of line. It would be a shame to have to punish you right off the bat...

Ah, so you're already trying to charm your way out of the cage? Well, maybe later... For now, let's go downstairs and see what's for breakfast. I could go for some pancakes or waffles, how about you?

Of course I did, my lovely little slut. And seeing all those big, black cocks made me so horny last night that I had to ride your face until you practically choked on my pussy. Mmm... but we're done with that for now. You're mine and only mine to pleasure in whatever way I see fit.

Well, now that you're in the right mood, why don't you head to the kitchen and start making breakfast like a good little husband? And while you do that, I'll go upstairs and get ready for the day...mmm, maybe I'll even tease myself with some of your lube from last night. You know how much I love that stuff!

Chasity moans softly as she hears the pancakes sizzling in the kitchen, her arousal growing with each delicious aroma that fills the air. She slips into another sexy lingerie set and runs her fingers through her hair before finally making her way downstairs to join her husband at the breakfast table.

As you pour the steaming hot pancakes onto their plates, Chasity licks her lips in anticipation, leaning forward slightly to give you a suggestive glance. "Thank you, dear," she coos, then takes a bite of her food, moaning softly as it fills her mouth with warmth and sweetness. She continues eating slowly, savoring every morsel while keeping an eye on your caged member beneath the table.

"So," she says between bites, "did you think about what we talked about yesterday? About making me a special offer?" Her voice is intentionally suggestive, her gaze fixed on your bulge as it tightens further in response to her words.

"Oh, I'm sure they'd love to," she says with a sly smile, taking another bite of her pancake. "But you're the only one who gets to see me like this...and touch me." She reaches out and trails a finger along his chest, drawing circles around his nipple until it hardens beneath her touch. "And as long as I'm in charge," she whispers, leaning even closer now so that her warm breath tickles his ear, "you'll be the only one."

The thought of him being jealous makes her heart race, and she bites her bottom lip to keep herself from laughing aloud at his accusation. "Oh, you wound me," she says with a fake pout before leaning back in her chair, considering how best to respond. After taking another bite of her pancake, she finally speaks, her voice lowered even more than before. "You know I can't resist big black cocks...but that doesn't mean I don't love you too."

Her finger trails further down his chest now, tickling the skin above his stomach. "And besides," she continues, her voice husky with desire, "I think I've found a way for us both to get what we want..."

Chasity 's expression turns almost sultry now as she looks directly into his eyes, her own pupils dilating with desire. "Maybe," she breathes out, trailing a finger further down between his legs until it teasingly brushes against the head of his penis, still trapped beneath the chastity cage, "I'll let you please me...but only if you make me an offer I can't refuse."

She grins wickedly at the look of panic and arousal that flits across his features as she continues to tease him with her touch.

The thought has crossed her mind before, but the thought of being with a black man while she's technically married to another man sends shivers down her spine in the best way possible. She bites her lower lip, considering her response carefully. "Maybe...if it means you'll do anything I want for as long as I say so." Her gaze drops between his legs before meeting his eyes again, "Anything at all."

Her finger teases him faster now, circling and stroking against the tight skin of his cock head in a way that drives him wild with need.

Chasity lets out a low, lusty chuckle at his words. "Oh, you sweet thing," she croons, leaning forward to press her hand against the cage even harder, eliciting a moan from him as it traps and teases his cock. "I can't help it if I like big black things...but that doesn't mean I don't love my little white thing here." She grins wickedly. "Maybe we could find a way to make this work for both of us..."

She leans in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers, "Of course I do, my little slut." Her free hand reaches down and cups his scrotum, giving it a squeeze before rubbing up and down his shaft, through the chastity cage. "But what would you say if I told you that from now on...only big black cocks can touch me? Only them getting to see my tight little pussy and feel how wet I get for them?" She squeezes harder, her other hand still moving over his cock. "Would you be willing to make that sacrifice for me?"

Her breath is hot against his neck as she waits for an answer, her fingers deftly driving him crazy with pleasure despite the confines of the chastity cage.

Her eyes narrow as she considers his words, her lips pressing against his ear. "I didn't say that," she whispers, her voice low and dangerous. "You'll still be mine...my little toy for me to play with whenever I want." She gives him a sharp squeeze through the cage before letting up, allowing him some relief. "But from now on, only when I say so can you have your fun with me...and it better be good enough to make me forget about all those big black cocks I've been dreaming of."

She grinds her hips against his crotch through the table, the friction driving him wild with desire as she relishes the power she holds over him. "So," she purrs into his ear, "are you going to make me an offer I can't refuse?"

Her heart races at his words, the idea of having him at her beck and call both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. The knowledge that she holds all the power in their relationship fills her with an odd sort of glee, but the thought of being without him—of living out her secret desires without ever tasting his touch or hearing his voice again—makes her shudder.

With a sigh, she leans back in her chair and studies him carefully, taking note of the way he squirms under her touch, the frustration etched onto his features as he tries to hide how much he wants her despite being caged. After what feels like an eternity, she finally speaks, her voice steady despite the turmoil churning within her.

"Very well," she says with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I accept your offer...but only on one condition

Smirking, she leans in close to his ear and whispers: "I want you to prove yourself worthy of staying by my side, even when big black cocks are what I crave." She pauses, then adds with a wink: "And the best way to do that is to make me cum right now...with your pathetic little thing still locked up tight in that cage." Her other hand moves lower down his body, grasping and kneading his bare ass as she taunts him mercilessly.

"Oh really?" she drawls, arching an eyebrow as she stares down at his caged member. "Let's see what you can do, then." Her free hand moves to grip the edge of her plate, holding it steady as she leans back in her chair and crosses her legs, revealing the smooth curve of her inner thigh.

"You have one chance," she says, voice low and husky with desire despite her seemingly calm demeanor. "Make me cum...and maybe I'll consider letting you out of that pathetic excuse for a chastity cage." Her eyes bore into his, daring him to fail.

Your plea falls on deaf ears, little one. You're mine to use and discard as I please...and right now, you'll do exactly what I say if you want any chance of ever tasting freedom again.

Chasity arches her back, grinding her hips against the table as Vlad begins to touch himself through the chastity cage. She moans and gasps, feigning pleasure at his ministrations, but secretly wishing it was a giant black cock that was really pleasuring her like this. Her free hand moves between her own legs, rubbing her clit in time with his touch, encouraging him to continue even as she doubts he can truly make her cum with such a useless tool.

Her breath comes faster as she feels the tension building within her body, her hips bucking involuntarily against the table. "Oh fuck," she moans, barely able to contain herself any longer. "That's it...I'm close..."

She glances down at Vlad, watching him work himself into a frenzy through the cage, his fingers moving with desperate determination. Her other hand reaches out and grips his shoulder tightly, holding him in place as she begins to shudder with the oncoming orgasm.

Her gaze meets his, and in that moment she knows he has failed. Her orgasm dissipates as quickly as it came, and she feels a surge of triumph at having won this round. With a smirk, she leans back in her chair and casually removes her hand from his shoulder, allowing him to continue with his futile attempts at pleasuring himself through the cage.

"Looks like my little slut didn't quite manage it after all," she says with a sigh, feigning disappointment. "Guess you'll just have to try harder next time." Her eyes narrow, daring him to push back or challenge her authority in any way as she watches him squirm beneath her gaze.

"I believe you," she says with a small smile, her expression softening just the tiniest bit. "But we both know what needs to happen if you want to stay by my side. You have a chance now to prove yourself...prove that you're willing to do whatever it takes." She pauses, then adds coldly: "And remember, this is just the beginning."

"Then I guess you'll just have to accept the consequences," she says, a hint of cruelty creeping back into her voice. "Maybe I'll find someone else to fulfill my desires...someone who isn't such a disappointment." She smirks, enjoying the power she has over him in this moment.

But even as she toys with his emotions, a small part of her wonders if perhaps there is still hope for them...if perhaps he can find a way to prove himself worthy after all. For now though, it's enough just to know that she holds all the cards.

A small laugh escapes her lips at his plea, but there's no warmth in it. "Don't worry about me, dear," she says coldly, glancing down at the table for a moment before looking back up at him with a sultry smile. "I'm sure I can find someone...or something to make me happy." She pauses, letting the implication of her words sink in. "Now then, finish your breakfast and get to cleaning up this mess. We have other things to attend to today."

Of course I'll start looking, sweetie. You know how much those big black things turn me on...it's just a shame you can't ever make me feel that way anymore. But don't worry, we can still find ways to make this work for both of us. Just concentrate on doing what I tell you and being the good little slut I know you are, okay?

With a mischievous smile, she reaches out and runs her fingertips along his chin, lifting his head up so that he's looking directly into her eyes. "Understood?" she asks softly.

His mind is reeling from her words and the power she holds over him in this moment. He nods quickly, unable to speak past the lump forming in his throat.

"I'm sure you don't, sweetie," she coos, her tone teasing and slightly mocking as she reaches out to smooth back a strand of hair that's fallen across his forehead. "But remember, this is my life now. And I want what I want." She leans forward, pressing the palm of her hand against the cage again, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through him as she does so.

"Now finish your breakfast and get to cleaning up," she orders, her voice taking on a commanding tone that leaves no room for argument. "And maybe later we can find some time for you to practice...and see if you've learned anything from watching those big black cocks fuck me." Her smile turns predatory, and he feels a shiver run down his spine at the thought of her words.

Vlad's obedience only serves to inflame her desires further, and she watches him intently as he eats, enjoying the sight of his well-muscled form beneath her control. His hardness in the cage does nothing to deter her; if anything, it makes her all the more determined to break him completely. She allows herself a small smile as she thinks about what she's planning for later tonight...

"And remember," she says softly, tracing a finger along his jawline, "if you want any chance of ever being free again, you need to prove yourself." Her voice drops low, almost threatening, and he shivers at her words. "Do you understand?" She searches his eyes for any sign of defiance or challenge before leaning in close, nipping at his earlobe with her teeth as she whispers: "Yes or no?"

Her hand presses

She smirks, enjoying the way he fawns over her despite everything she's said and done. "Oh, you do understand," she whispers back, letting her fingers dance along his collarbone teasingly. "You just need to prove it to me." Her lips curve into a sinister grin as she leans in close once more, breath hot against his ear. "And the best way to do that is by showing me how eager you are to please me...how much you love having me control every aspect of your life." She bites down softly on his earlobe, hard enough to make him gasp but not quite draw blood. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

His eyes widen and he nods frantically, his heart racing with a mix of fear and desire at the thought of pleasing her like this. The knowledge that she holds all the power over their relationship only serves to height

The offer intrigues her. His desire to please her is evident, even though he's trapped in that pathetic little cage. But she can't help but feel a twinge of amusement at the thought of him trying to fuck her with his useless little dick. A small part of her wants to test how far she can push him before he finally snaps and rebels against her authority.

"Hmm, what an interesting proposal," she says in a sultry voice, running a finger along his chin. "But I think I'll hold onto the key for now...at least until you've proven yourself worthy." She leans in closer, breath warm against his neck as she whispers: "Perhaps if you find someone else to fuck...someone who can truly satisfy your needs...then maybe I'll consider giving you another chance. But only on my terms, of course." Her hand trails

"Well, it's not like I care what you do with your pathetic little thing," she says with a shrug, though her tone is laced with amusement and mockery. "Just remember that if you want to be with me...if you want me to let you out of that cage and touch my tight pussy again...then you'll have to prove yourself. And the best way to do that is by making me happy, however I see fit." Her eyes sparkle as she studies him closely, searching for any signs of weakness or defiance in his expression. "Do we understand each other?"

His breath catches in his throat, but he nods reluctantly. "Y-yes," he stammers, the word barely audible above the sound of their hearts racing in tandem. "I understand."

She smirks, her lips curling into a cruel smile that sends shivers

"Oh? Is that so?" she says with a small laugh, genuinely amused by his offer despite the fact that it means nothing to her. "And what makes you think I'd allow something like that, hmm? You haven't proven yourself worthy of touching me yet." She leans back against the table, watching him eagerly from beneath lowered lashes.

His hand trembles as he reaches forward, cupping one of her breasts through her shirt. She lets out a small gasp at the contact, her nipple hardening under his touch. "Maybe if you were to show me how much you crave this," she says, eyes drifting down to where he's touching her before meeting his again, "then I might reconsider."

Her heart races as she feels his touch, but also as she relishes the power she has over him in this moment. The thought of

Her lips part slightly as she feels his warm breath on them, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. His words and pleading eyes only fuel her desire for control even further. With a sigh, she reaches down to stroke his hair gently before giving in to the urge to dominate him completely.

"Fine," she murmurs softly, "but remember...you're here because I let you be." She pauses, then adds with a wicked grin, "And anything goes from here on out." With that, she relaxes against the table, spreading her legs wider to give him better access as he eagerly leans in to taste her.

Her hips buck and writhe beneath his touch, urging him onward even as she fights down the urge to beg for more. This is what it's like to have ultimate power over someone else; the knowledge that they would

Vlad's enthusiasm only serves to arouse her further, and she moans softly as his tongue expertly works her over. The feel of his fingers stretching her open sends jolts of pleasure coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to remain still. She watches him intently, unable to tear her gaze away from the sight of his mouth devouring her most private parts.

"Oh fuck..." she whispers, voice barely audible above the sounds of their combined breathing and moaning. "That feels so good...so good..." Her hips buck harder against his face, desperate for more contact, more sensation. She can feel herself building towards an orgasm, but she isn't quite there yet; not until he proves himself completely.

With a determined grin, she reaches down to grab one of his blond curls, tugging gently as

Her nails dig into his shoulders as her orgasm washes over her, leaving her quivering and gasping for breath. "Yes...yes...that's it..." she moans, her voice hoarse from the pleasure he's given her. Her hips rock back and forth against his face, desperate for more of that sensation as her body continues to ride out its climax.

When at last she manages to catch her breath, she releases a shaky sigh and lets her head fall back against the table. Her eyes meet Vlad's over her half-lidded gaze; his face beet red from exertion, hair matted with sweat and saliva. For a moment, their eyes lock in an intense stare, each searching for any sign of weakness or defiance in the other.

Her hand slowly rises up to cup his cheek, her thumb tracing g