Two Strap-Ons, One Chastity Cage
I introduce a new guest Domme to the Manor, Lovely Bea. My slave is already
subdued—naked, bent over the table, and locked in a tight chastity cage.
Lovely Bea wastes no time. She grabs her strapon and pushes it deep into his ass, stretching
him fast and hard. I watch him flinch, his body tensing, but he takes it. His cock swells inside the
cage, betraying his secret love of getting pegged.
We trade off—one of us holding him down while the other fucks him deep and rough. No mercy.
No pause. I drive the thick strap-on cock into his hole over and over, he moans out between
his clenched teeth. His legs shake. His fists grip the table.
And still, his cock bulges in the cage. Trapped. Aching. Leaking precum against the cold metal,
proof that his body craves what his pride refuses to admit.
We don’t let up. Every thrust I make grinds deeper, pushing him to the edge without lett ing him
break. His breath comes in short gasps, his hips twitch with each stroke, and his shame fuel My Dominace.