He’s been locked for days, his chastity cage a constant reminder of who owns his pleasure. Six days of no release, and his body is already trembling under me. I make sure his skin is smooth and slick, his feet soft and feminine — exactly how I demand them. I dress him in fishnets and pull his thong to the side, exposing his waiting hole. My hands spank his oiled cheeks, warming his skin before I slide my thick strap-on inside. Each thrust makes his stomach rise, his caged clitty bouncing uselessly while he whimpers. He’s been denied for so long, and now his only purpose is to take every inch I give him. I ride him slow at first, then harder, my hips smacking against him as my hands grip his sides. Close shots show it all — the gleam of oil on his feet and ass, the torn fishnets framing his body, the way his tummy lifts with each push. This is day six of chastity, and he knows he won’t be allowed to cum. He’s mine to use, mine to train, mine to leave shaking and needy. Would you dare to be locked, dressed, and used like this, knowing you won’t be allowed release?