Every day I take care of my femboy exactly how I like — locked, smooth, and completely mine. His little clitty sits trapped in permanent chastity, a constant reminder that his body is here for my pleasure. Today is no different: I’ve got him oiled, bent over, and ready. I start slow, sliding my thick strap into his tight hole, making him gasp as I push deeper with every stroke. His cage bounces helplessly, precum dripping while he whimpers. I keep my pace steady, hips rolling as I use him again and again, reminding him with each thrust who owns his body. Close shots show the shine of oil on his skin, the bounce of his caged clitty, and the way his painted toes curl against the sheets as I drive him deeper. This isn’t just sex — it’s a daily ritual of control, obedience, and surrender. He doesn’t cum; he serves. And I keep going until I’m completely satisfied. Would you let me lock you up like this and use you every day, knowing you’ll never be the one who decides when it ends?