Jackie8
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Why Should I Feel Sorry
For fifteen years I was the dutiful housewife The years I wasted playing the vanilla marriage game. But now that I have his cock caged and totally fettered Married life never ever will be exactly the same.
Divorce seemed the only answer Fifteen years with a four inch thin puny cock. Always wanting more, but trapped in tradition Till I purchase a cock cage with its nifty lock.
Oh he squawked, but I wouldn't take "no" for an answer The internet had enlighted me to all the pleasure I'd been denied And when I closed the lock around his tiny penis My husband simply wimpered and cried.
Did I feel sorry? No I smiled with satisfaction I made it clear that "Sexual pleasure now belonged only to me And trapped in his plastice encasement He would now live a life in complete chastity.
After a week he pleaded and begged me But I was determined to follow this thing through to the end Now it was his tongue that I now used twice daily I was resolved. I was determined not to bend.
Now every two month I allow him his pleasure I unlock him as I watch sipping wine from my comfortable chair. He no longer fucks my pussy, why even bother. And when locked again, sex is a pleasure with him I do not share.
He does all the housework and sees to my wishes So nice to be able to spread my legs and know his tongue will always be there Yes, I'm selfish, I'm hauty, I quite demanding It phases me not, I simple do not care.
Then one night I brought home a young man so handsome My husband served us takes as we watched the TV The eyes of my husband so saddened As we two slipped off to the bedroom so he could fuck me.
It was so exciting to tease and torment my husband On that night we entered into an active cuckold life My husband locked away from all pleasure As other men began fucking his wife.
Now he often cries from his sexual torment. He is caged. vicariously watching pleasures that I don't allow him to share. He begs, he whimpers, pouts, and pleads oh so lovely But I don't feel sorry, I just do not really care.
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