Marie Kaefer – Keuschheit und 4 ruinierte Orgasmen

In the sultry, dimly lit playroom, Marie Kaefer reclines in her plush velvet throne, surveying her bound captive with a wicked smile. The young man, strapped to a custom sex chair, squirms in his chastity cage and ball stretcher, desperate for release. Marie chuckles at his futile attempts, aroused by his suffering.

“Oh, my sweet little toy,” she purrs, rising from her seat and stalking towards him like a tigress. “You look so pathetic, all bound up and desperate. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you… but not the way you want me to.” Her fingers trail along his bare chest, nails leaving faint red lines in their wake.

She picks up a bottle of lube and drizzles it onto his locked-up cock, stroking him expertly through the cage. The man whimpers and bucks his hips, straining against the restraints. Marie just laughs and teases him further, running her finger along the outline of his shaft.

“That’s it, little one. Squirm for me. Let me hear how much you need it.” Her other hand pinches and twists at his nipples, sending jolts of both pleasure and pain through his body.

She releases the cage from its anchor points, leaving just the cock ring and ball stretcher in place. Then she grab a magic wand and positions it against the base of his shaft. The vibrations are immediate and intense, and the man howls as she drives him rapidly towards orgasm.

Just as he’s about to explode, she releases pressure and laughs as he crashes down from his high with a disappointed bleat. She repeats this process four times, each denied peak leaving him more frustrated and needy than the last.

On the fourth ruined orgasm, Marie grins triumphantly and smacks his bulging, purpled balls. “Poor thing, all pent up and aching. But I have good news – you get one more chance.”

She releases his aching cock from its cage, drank down in lube. Then she wraps a drenched fist around his shaft and starts stroking. Harder and faster, harder and faster, until his hips are bucking helplessly and he’s begging for mercy.

At the last second, she releases him and watches, amused, as his orgasm recedes once more, leaving him limping and shaking. “Sorry, little one. Where’s the fun in actually letting you cum?” She pats his cheek almost affectionately.

She strokes him for a few minutes more, forcing him to perilously near the edge over and over. He’s crying now, tears of frustration streaming down his face. But his cock remains rock-hard, plump and glistening with pre-cum.

With an evil grin, Marie mounts the chair, lowers herself onto his shaft, and rides him roughly, From this angle, her cunt clenches and squeezes him just right. She throws her head back and moans, grinding herself against him. He feels her walls fluttering, knows she coming on his cock.

“Fuck yes, I’m cumming! Milk me!” she cries out as her orgasm crashes over her. She continues grinding on him, milking every last bit of pleasure from her climax.

Throughout it all, his wrists strain against the cuffs and his balls draw up tight, but he doesn’t get to finish. When the last spasms fade, she lifts off with a wicked laugh. His cock pulses with need, but he’s been denied again.

“Mmm, that was good. But so disappointing for you, hmm?” She runs a single finger along his shaft. “So sore, and so hard. I bet you’d do anything to cum.”

She reaches for the cock cage again, and the man’s eyes widen in fear. “N-no, please! One more chance, I’m begging you!” he stammers. His voice is hoarse from crying and strain.

Marie pauses, pretending to consider it. “One more? Fine. But only on one condition.” She leans in close, her lips brushing his ear. “You have to beg. Make it good, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you finish. You got it, slut?”

The bound man hesitates only a second before nodding frantically. “Yes Mistress! Please, please let me cum! I need it so bad! I’ll do anything, anything you want! Just please, please frigging let me finish!”

Marie watches, fascinated, as tears and snot dribble onto the man’s chest as he continues his desperate, sniveling pleas. She drinks in every bit of his miserable desperation – the hitching breath, the trembling shoulders, the glassy, pleading eyes.

Finally, she decides he’s earned his reward. She strokes his cock once, quickly, just to get him swelling to full hardness again, and then she replaces the cage, making sure it’s as tight as possible against his skin. He sobs in relief – agony, but a different kind of agony, one he craves.

“That was so good, little one. You did so well.” She kisses him softly, tasting the salt of his tears. “I’m going to enjoy breaking you over and over. And maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll let you finish.”

With that, she rising gracefully from the chair, her body silhouetted beautiful against the soft lighting. She blows him a kiss as she sashays out of the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts and his anger, and the wet, sticky promise of release he won’t have for a very long time.