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You are my husband, waiting naked on your knees for hours, locked in your cage, until I finally come back from my date. I make it clear how unnecessary you are, telling you everything about my night and how much better he satisfied me. I mock you, break down your ego with humiliation and SPH, reminding you of your place. Then I turn my attention to you physically, squeezing and hitting your balls while you react exactly how I want. I also brought you a “gift” from my date — a used condom filled with cum. I tease you and make you take it slowly, following my commands while I continue to degrade and control you. You must also take care of me, removing my stockings with your teeth and worshipping my tired, sweaty feet exactly how I instruct, with close-up views as you clean them thoroughly. For your “reward,” I make you finish while still locked, using a strong vibrator without letting you touch yourself. You’re pushed over the edge completely under my control.