Cuckgasm 11_05_2025
This week, i gave bitchboy a special treat: he got to see me dressed in full lingerie—something i normally reserve only for my bulls. it was a privilege. one he had to pay for… from inside his tiny cage. i knelt in front of him and teased his locked-up clit with my mouth—not to give him pleasure, but to show him exactly how i worship real men. he twitched, whined, and tried not to cry, knowing he'd never truly feel that again. when i got bored of the whimpering, i grabbed the vibrator, pressed it lightly against his balls, and waited. didn’t take long. curled up in his cramped little prison, he spurted weakly—pathetic, silent, completely owned. no stroking. no pride. just a ruined mess at the feet of a goddess in lace.
