SAHARA KNITE – He Deserves his Cage

The sun-drenched dunes of the Sahara stretch out before us, a vast sea of golden sand. In the aftermath of a passionate lovemaking session, Priya, a seductive Indian goddess, lies naked in the arms of her British lover, James. The late afternoon sun caresses their glistening bodies, accentuating every curve and contour.

Priya traces her finger along James’ chiseled jawline, a playful smile dancing on her lips. “You’ve been a naughty boy, James,” she purrs, her voice dripping with sensuality. “Misbehaving in public like that. You know it’s not allowed.”

James chuckles, pulling her closer to him. “But darling, you were the one who started it. On the balcony, with Mount Everest in full view? What would our neighbors think?”

Priya giggles, her luscious breasts bouncing with the movement. “Let them think, I say! I’m done hiding our love.”

She rolls on top of him, grinding her hips against his. “But as for your punishment, I have the perfect idea.”

With a mischievous wink, Priya retrieves a gleaming metal cage from her bag. She sets it down beside them, the cold steel contrasting sharply with the warm sand.

“What’s this?” James asks, raising an eyebrow.

Priya grins, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Your punishment, my love. You’ll wear this cage until I’ve decided you’ve been a good boy, nice and tight around your manhood. No more naughty misbehavior in public, understood?”

James’ eyes widen, a mixture of intrigue and apprehension crossing his face. But Priya’s dominating aura leaves him no choice but to comply. He nods obediently, watching as she slips the metal contraption over his hardening member, locking it in place with a click.

With his manhood securely confined, Priya sits back, admiring her handiwork. “There. Much better. You look dashing, my pet.”

James flushes, both from the restriction and Priya’s approving gaze. The cage presses against his sensitive skin, arousing him despite his best efforts to remain calm.

Satisfied with her creation, Priya leads James back into their hotel room, the sun casting long shadows across the plush carpets. She pushes him into a chair, positioning him with his legs spread wide.

“Now then, pet, let’s see how well you behave,” she coos, retrieving a pair of shiny metal manacles from her bag. She secures his wrists and ankles to the chair, leaving him reclining, exposed and vulnerable.

Priya returns to her spot between his legs, running a single finger along the length of his trapped cock. “Poor thing,” she mocks, “so pent up, so desperate for release. But not yet, darling. You must be a good boy first.”

She slaps his confined shaft lightly, watching it twitch in response. The pain mixes deliciously with the pleasure, making James moan in frustration.

Priya smirks, pleased with her control over him. She reaches into her bag again, this time pulling out a strap-on dildo. The black silicone phallus juts from her hips, a menacing yet tantalizing sight.

“Now, pet, let’s see how well you please me,” she demands, positioning herself over him.

She grinds the toy against his lips, smearing them with her arousal. James opens his mouth obediently, taking the shaft deep into his throat. He swallows around it, coating it in his saliva.

Priya mewls, savoring the sensation. “That’s it, pet, take it all. Show me how much you love me, how much you’ll do anything to please me.”

James bobs his head enthusiastically, suckling and licking the silicone shaft with gusto. Priya fucks his mouth with increasing vigor, her grunts and moans filling the room.

“Such a good boy,” she gasps, “such a submissive little pet. You love this, don’t you? Being at my mercy, worshipping me like the goddess I am.”

James hums around the toy in agreement, licking his lips hungrily when she finally pulls it out. Strings of saliva connect his mouth to the wet dildo, glistening in the lamplit room.

Priya grins, giving his caged cock another sharp slap. “I think you’ve earned a reward, my pet.”

She unhooks the cage quickly, freeing his engorged member. James groans as the fresh air hits his sensitive skin, his hips rocking forward involuntarily.

“That’s it, pet,” Priya coos, positioning the strap-on at his entrance, “take what you need. Fuck yourself on my goddess cock.”

The wet head prods at his puckered hole, promising ecstasy and release. James moans wantonly, moving his hips up to meet her. With a swift thrust, she spears into him, the thick toy filling him utterly.

James cries out, the burn of the intrusion mixing with the bliss of finally being whole again. Priya sets a hard rhythm, her hips smacking against his ass with each thrust.

“Yes, pet, take it,” she growls, “Surrender to me, give yourself to me completely.”

James is helpless to resist, his body pliant and willing as Priya claims him. He rocks his hips in time with her thrusts, his own neglected cock weeping with desire.

Priya grins down at him, one hand reaching out to wrap around his throbbing erection. She pumps it in time with her thrusts, making James gasp and thrash against his bonds.

“That’s it, pet, give in,” she purrs, “cum for me, show me how much you love this. How much you need me.”

With a keening cry, James obeys, his vision whiting out as pleasure crashes over him. His cock pulses in Priya’s grip, painting his stomach and chest with pearly ropes of his release.

“That’s my good boy,” Priya praises, milking every last drop from him. “You please me so much. Perhaps I’ll let you wear the cage again, keep you hard and ready for me always.”

James shudders, his spent cock twitching at the thought. He knows he’ll be Priya’s willing slave, eager to please her in any way she desires. The cage returns, a constant reminder of his subjugation and his love for this captivating Indian goddess.

They collapse together in a tangle of limbs, satisfied and spent. The sun dips lower, casting a rosy glow over their indiscretions. And as the day fades into night, the lovers know that their games have only just begun, and the desert holds many more delights and punishments in store for them.