What's sweeter than your Mistress's hands and feet touching you, cuddling you, exciting you, while she gets excited? What could be sweeter than thinking about how you could have enjoyed it, if only you hadn't been in chastity for days and you will stay there for many more days; if you didn't have a humbler who squeezes your balls and reminds you with every movement, that you are in the position she thought was right for you: on your knees, with balls tied to your ankles. Every movement costs you effort, pain and every movement of yours can be a sweet agony inflicted by yourself or induced by her. And in the end you discover, that you are just an object in her hands and that your Mistress was not excited by you, but by your laments...
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