ENGLISH SPEAKINGHe was completely mummified, wrapped head to toe, immobilized and vulnerable exactly how we wanted him. My friend, Mistress Yara a powerful and equally ruthless mistress, stood beside me, and together we admired the pathetic sight before us. Theres something deeply satisfying about watching a man stripped of control, reduced to nothing but our plaything. I leaned in close, whispering in his ear, Youve been locked up for so long lets see if youve earned anything. With slow, deliberate movements, my friendremoved his chastity cage, feeling the tension in his body spike with anticipation. Then, without a word, she climbed on top of him, pressing herself down onto his face. He moaned beneath her, muffled and eager to please but we werent doing this for him. I rode his face for my own pleasure, using him like the object he was. While I took what I wanted, my friend knelt between his legs and began to tease him, expertly bringing him to the edge over and over. She looked up at me and smirked, completely in control. Do you think he deserves to come? she asked. I laughed softly. He deserves exactly what we give him. And just as he began to tremble, seconds from climax, iruined it a swift, merciless touch that left him gasping, denied, and broken. His body shuddered, desperate and unsatisfied. We both stood over him, amused, proud, and utterly in control. He belonged to both of us now and he knew it.
