He finally let me dominate him [chestity] [pegging] [facesitting]

We were lying in bed after a lazy evening, lights low, just the two of us tangled up under the sheets. His name is Lucas and he’s my boyfriend of almost four months now. He’s 25, sweet in that quiet way, always a little nervous when I \[F22\] get that mischievous look in my eyes. (My reddit name isn’t just out of the blue haha)

I’d been teasing him for weeks about wanting to take complete control in the bedroom. Little texts during the day, whispers at night about edging him until he begged, locking him up, making him my perfect toy.

You have to know Lucas is bisexual, so he already had some experiences with guys and is new to this whole thing. Only the sub role is something he hasn’t experienced yet.

He’d blush and get hard but never fully say yes… until last night.

We were spooning, my hand lazily tracing circles on his chest, when he finally whispered, “Okay, Emmy… I trust you. Do whatever you want to me tonight.” That was all I needed to hear.

I didn’t waste any time. I pushed him onto his back and told him to start stroking himself nice and slow while I watched. “Edge for me, baby. Get right to the brink and stop. I want to count how many times you can do it before you’re shaking.” He wrapped his hand around his cock and started, eyes locked on me the whole time. I counted every single edge out loud : five, ten, fifteen. Sometimes I would take over and edge him. I know his limits too well since I’ve been practicing it secretly with him when I sucked him. He was breathing heavy, whimpering, his cock throbbing and leaking all over his stomach. By the fifteenth edge he was a mess, precum everywhere and his hips were twitching like he couldn’t control them anymore.

I just smiled and gave his balls a gentle squeeze. “Such a good boy for me already.”

When I couldn’t wait any longer I climbed on top of him, straddled his face and lowered my pussy right onto his mouth. “Now make me cum, Lucas. Lick me until I’m all over your face.” He dove in eagerly, tongue working my clit in those perfect circles he’s gotten so good at. I rode his face slow at first, grinding down, letting my wetness cover his mouth and nose. The sounds were so filthy … his desperate licking mixed with my moans getting louder and louder. I grabbed his hair and held him there while the orgasm built. “Don’t stop, baby. I want to cum all over your pretty face.” When it hit me I cried out, my thighs shaking and my pussy flooding his tongue and chin as I ground down hard through every wave.

I stayed there for a moment, catching my breath, letting him taste every drop. Then I climbed off, reached under the bed for the little black box I’d hidden there days ago and pulled out the shiny pink chastity cage. Lucas’s eyes went wide when he saw it. “Emmy… you really brought that?”

“Mhm,” I said sweetly, dangling it in front of him. “Time to lock you up, baby.” I slipped the ring behind his balls, slid the cage over his still-throbbing cock and clicked the lock shut. The little metallic sound made us both shiver. I put the tiny key on a silver chain around my neck, letting it rest right between my tits where he could see it.

“There. Now you’re officially mine. No touching unless I decide you’ve earned it.”

He tested the cage immediately, trying to get hard again and failing, the pink plastic keeping him snug and denied. I stroked the bars lightly with one finger, teasing the leaking tip. “Look how cute you look all locked up for me. Does it feel as frustrating as you imagined?”

Lucas nodded, voice shaky. “It’s tight… and it’s making me even hornier.”

I made him get on all fours after that. I lubed up my strap-on. A thick, curved one that always hits just the right spot when I use it on me as a dildo and knelt behind him. “Relax for me, baby. I’m going to fuck you while you’re nice and caged.”

I pressed the tip against his ass and pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until I was buried deep. He moaned loud, pushing back against me. I started thrusting, slow and deep at first, one hand reaching around to flick and tease the cage with every stroke. The little bell on it jingled softly with each movement.

“You take my cock so well,” I whispered, picking up the pace, angling so the dildo rubbed his prostate on every thrust. His caged cock was leaking steadily onto the sheets, straining hard but getting no real relief. I kept pegging him harder, slapping his ass lightly, telling him how pretty he looked all locked up and taking it like a good little slut. He was whimpering and begging by then, “Please, Emmy… I need to cum so bad…”

I didn’t let him touch himself. I just kept fucking him steady, pressing right against his prostate until his whole body started shaking. He came completely hands-free just like I imagined it. Long, shaky spurts shooting out of the cage onto the bed while he moaned like he was falling apart. I pegged him through every pulse, milking him completely.

When he finally collapsed, I pulled out slowly, unlocked the cage just long enough to clean him up with my tongue and locked him right back up again.

I kissed his forehead and let the key dangle between us. “You were so perfect for me tonight, Lucas. But next time I think I’ll keep you locked for a full week. Maybe edge you every single night and peg you until you’re crying and begging.”

Lucas looked up at me, flushed and spent, that shy, satisfied little smile on his face. “Anything you want, Emmy.”

God, I can’t wait to push him even further.