Chastity Couple

i-want-to-be-her-bitch:

Some of my favorite key-holder photos. There are many thrilling places for her to keep the key that unlocks my cage. As much as I like the ankle, wrist and waist as options, there’s something about having my key nestled between her beautiful breasts that makes my heart race, especially when it’s right there for all to see.

amateurlifestylecouple:

justaguy169: 

girlswhoswallow:

- girlswhoswallow ⇋ blowjob-matic

bostonal12:

kristenlovesblack:

There are people that wonder why we never go back?

Fact is, I will never do that to a pussy! So instead I’ve accepted my role.

New Cage

I bought a shiny new metal cock cage for my wife as a valentines gift, it was put on at 3pm on the 11th and she wants it on until Friday night at least. Pics soon.

cuckplay:

hot!

fluffyteens:

Fluffy erotic pictures!

fluffyteens:

Fluffy erotic pictures!

hotgirlsandmonstercocks:

blackourwhitewomen:

Hells Bells! There for a second I thought he was fucking her with his leg.



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hotgirlsandmonstercocks:

blackourwhitewomen:

Hells Bells! There for a second I thought he was fucking her with his leg.

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 A conversation about pussy.

  Breath in and out with a purpose while you listen to the words I crafted for your enjoyment. Breathe in hole squeezing your pussy muscles slowly and hard. Breathe out relaxing them. Make each breath count. Make each breath delicious. Make each breath a devotion to your own concoctions of immoral times with a very deep lover. Breathe for yourself. Breathe as if nothing else matters except how well your pussy enjoys the words I crafted for your enjoyment. Breathe and let the world fade away while you begin to smell the aroma of fresh pussy, your own flavorful delight.

   Is that a moan I hear?

   There is a certain sense of being when a girl is woven into something so bad she can’t get away from it. The curious mind melts as it sees that it can no longer defy that which its drawn to more than anything else. Tentacles licking lips made to be kept hidden until the wedding bed made them open wide but your thoughts make the dogs howl. When fingers are buried inside your warm, wet flood, you imagine them being tongues which have a life all their own so they could each lick every inch of your soaked valley, the dark place where nothing good comes from sweat and passion, find grace in the tastes your many layers offer to tongues with the skill to make the honey flow. The first place you knew you could never be called a little girl for having, the first place you knew you grew up and now found out what the noises in your parent’s bedroom were for. The favored toy you play with, tempt with as bait, show your most erotic needs through.

   Its all about your pussy, isn’t it. Its all about making it so wet you glide down into the abyss without a care and ride the waves on the surfboard your clit is. Its all about how the sensations, the words, the flavors and the movement make your flesh cry out in unholy glory.Its about what makes you fall so deep into the nasty pit your filthy late night fantasies make you need to inhale. The rush from being drawn in until you can no longer see the light, only flesh in so many flavors your heart skips a beat. To show off so others can consume all you are so your pussy knows it has attention. You don’t care if they see who you are because pussy takes over and fucks the seed from the balls of Dick that pussy made hard for its dinner. You don’t think about the male Dick is attached to once pussy takes control of your mind and your physical attributes pussy needs for the Dick to keep making it feel wanted, needed, and worshiped for being golden. The perfume you wear is pussy’s first clue as to how it needs be taken. The bra your breasts lick while you walk down the street are pussy’s way of alerting Dick that pussy is always hunting new admirers. The skirt licking your ass while you flow down the aisle is pussy’s way of telling Dick it has rules, wants, and if you’re Man enough, soaking wet responses that will make Dick feel loved beyond Dick’s memory, to allow Dick to be fed from pussy’s nether world of orgasmic diversion.

   Cross your legs the opposite way, you’re disgusting.

   Do you remember the look in the eyes of the first male you allowed to know what pussy craved so long ago? Do you remember the smells in the room, the feel of his discovering body, the pure bliss you felt when your pussy finally became wet enough to seduce Dick inside so pussy could be made a grown up girl, and cum filled slut? Do you remember the sounds from beyond the place you spread your pegs and introduced pussy to Dick and made Dick never forget pussy’s uncontrollable and very insatiable nature? You unleashed pussy without knowing exactly just how powerful pussy can be. Silly girl, now you pay for it looking for Dick to small pussy into a lather and make pussy suffer for being such a filthy little toy. Pussy doesn’t care because pussy knows you’ll take Dick and Dick and keep hunting because you want pussy to behave but pussy likes it because you’ll take Dick and Dick and keep hunting because you want pussy to behave. The slut’s favorite dance to the music pussy moans when pussy has a stiff Man sliding in and out and making pussy the center of attention.

   Your nipples are so huge.

  Breath in and out with a purpose while you read the words I crafted for your enjoyment. Breathe in hole squeezing your pussy muscles slowly and hard. Breathe out relaxing them. Make each breath count. Make each breath delicious. Make each breath a devotion to your own concoctions of immoral times with a very deep lover. Breathe for yourself. Breathe as if nothing else matters except how well your pussy enjoys the words I crafted for your enjoyment. Breathe and let the world fade away while you begin to smell the aroma of fresh pussy, your own flavorful delight.

   Keep breathing like this for the rest of the day and pussy will understand that we understand each other very well. If pussy wants to say something, to scent a craving this way then with all pleasure, allow pussy to tell the tale her slit cries to drip. I’ll listen well. I’ll tell pussy what i think of it. If pussy has a tall to tell that creates a pondering moment when the crotch of the jeans I wear rise, then pussy may find a feast for its harvesting needs. But only if pussy behaves like a lady. Can she?

   You shudder like your mother did long ago before I broke her. 

   Pussy takes years to come into fruition. Over time, with lots of hard work and delicate care pussy begins to grow, to feel, to like the sensations pressing against it in every way. At first pussy denies these sensations but once pussy gushes she no longer fights them, she sacrifices the innocent girl to have her way. Broken from all taught her to be, to act, to behave, pussy makes the hot girl lie in bed and late one night, sacrifice its being so that pussy can live and list and conquer all morals for the sake of breathing. When pussy takes stiff in it inhales, when pussy lets the violation leave to the point where its almost gone it exhales. The vacuum makes pussy suck the hard member back in so its filled to the brink of passing out. To test the skill, pussy exhales so the impaler will be slicker so the next trust can go harder, without mercy. Pussy craves being serviced and does all it can to make the Dick it hunted and seduced, do more damage to it than anything else ever shoved inside. For pussy is still a girl, and all girls need be punished.

  Breath in and out with a purpose while you listen to the words I crafted for your enjoyment. Breathe in hole squeezing your pussy muscles slowly and hard. Breathe out relaxing them. Make each breath count. Make each breath delicious. Make each breath a devotion to your own concoctions of immoral times with a very deep lover. Breathe for yourself. Breathe as if nothing else matters except how well your pussy enjoys the words I crafted for your enjoyment. Breathe and let the world fade away while you begin to smell the aroma of fresh pussy, your own flavorful delight.

   Do you remember the pair of panties you wore when you first made yourself aware of what sexual sensations really felt like? Do you remember how their tight grip on your private parts began to feel even more restrictive so you had to make them accommodate your ever extending probes? Do you remember how the material felt against your sliding hand and how you felt the soft cotton crotch give way as it became more moist, more than ever before? What color were the panties which gave way to a growing need that finally became too powerful to deny, and too good to not stop tasting its allure? A girl lost within herself knowing the pure beauty she is and savoring what she has to offer. A girl growing from before, knowing that what she did a few seconds ago as bad, very very bad and she should not have done it but it feels too good to stop and you can’t fight this new found toy’s pleasures any more and you don’t want to. A girl whose mind now clears as the waves settle in. A girl who sweats in a silent manner of disgrace and sin while making her hips dance a new tune which only she knows the words to. Hidden deep inside, the very words you wanted to yell out loud while you’d exiled your innocent form for the very first time, say those words now and be set free to cum like a she devil doing unholy things to such a young girl’s body. Pussy corrupts, using fingers at first then the humpy pillow then other things a girl keeps in her bedroom hidden among the stuffed animals. To be attached to one of the stuffed animals as her hunger burns. Pussy lives and will not be denied, and you can’t stop her. Nor do you want to. For pussy isn’t you, you’re a good girl. Pussy is a slut you can’t control because pussy makes others use her so pussy is just a victim.

   Years ago your mother’s eyes rolled inside her tiny head just like yours do, as she first enveloped her fingers with the sweet perfume her pussy offered her.

   What did your teen age lips whimper when you gave way to sin and corruption? What words failed to be said as you knew what you did was bad and nasty and only really sick girls would because they’ll grow up to be whores? The unspoken garbled meanings didn’t keep your fingers from attacking your virgin flesh. The teachings from all those Sundays didn’t stop you from bringing in that which you had to offer on your wedding night into a growling state of shuddering bliss that made you rise up in your own twin bed and dare the heavens to stop this assault. That’s when pussy became powerful, when pussy made you curse being good and wanting to be the worst girl people would talk about and that made pussy happy. That is when pussy showed a small girl what a delicious reward it gives in so many minutes of convulsions which free a girl’s mind and make all things very clear as she learns the purpose of pussy. To swim in a deep river of sensations. To be swept away like a palm leaf during a tsunami. To be taken beyond that very first night to be shown what else pussy can inhale for the sake of the blessed orgasm and her sister eruptions. To open and breath, to be seen as the perfection of giving pleasure while taking the soul of the person who wanders inside pussy. To gain from good seed, and revile those who can’t make pussy howl longer.

  Breath in and out with a purpose while you listen to the words I crafted for your enjoyment. Breathe in hole squeezing your pussy muscles slowly and hard. Breathe out relaxing them. Make each breath count. Make each breath delicious. Make each breath a devotion to your own concoctions of immoral times with a very deep lover. Breathe for yourself. Breathe as if nothing else matters except how well your pussy enjoys the words I crafted for your enjoyment. Breathe and let the world fade away while you begin to smell the aroma of fresh pussy, your own flavorful delight.

Sir
http://sinsofasouthernbelle.blogspot.com

black_10_atlanta on Yahoo chat

 A conversation about pussy.

  Breath in and out with a purpose while you listen to the words I crafted for your enjoyment. Breathe in hole squeezing your pussy muscles slowly and hard. Breathe out relaxing them. Make each breath count. Make each breath delicious. Make each breath a devotion to your own concoctions of immoral times with a very deep lover. Breathe for yourself. Breathe as if nothing else matters except how well your pussy enjoys the words I crafted for your enjoyment. Breathe and let the world fade away while you begin to smell the aroma of fresh pussy, your own flavorful delight.

   Is that a moan I hear?

   There is a certain sense of being when a girl is woven into something so bad she can’t get away from it. The curious mind melts as it sees that it can no longer defy that which its drawn to more than anything else. Tentacles licking lips made to be kept hidden until the wedding bed made them open wide but your thoughts make the dogs howl. When fingers are buried inside your warm, wet flood, you imagine them being tongues which have a life all their own so they could each lick every inch of your soaked valley, the dark place where nothing good comes from sweat and passion, find grace in the tastes your many layers offer to tongues with the skill to make the honey flow. The first place you knew you could never be called a little girl for having, the first place you knew you grew up and now found out what the noises in your parent’s bedroom were for. The favored toy you play with, tempt with as bait, show your most erotic needs through.

   Its all about your pussy, isn’t it. Its all about making it so wet you glide down into the abyss without a care and ride the waves on the surfboard your clit is. Its all about how the sensations, the words, the flavors and the movement make your flesh cry out in unholy glory.Its about what makes you fall so deep into the nasty pit your filthy late night fantasies make you need to inhale. The rush from being drawn in until you can no longer see the light, only flesh in so many flavors your heart skips a beat. To show off so others can consume all you are so your pussy knows it has attention. You don’t care if they see who you are because pussy takes over and fucks the seed from the balls of Dick that pussy made hard for its dinner. You don’t think about the male Dick is attached to once pussy takes control of your mind and your physical attributes pussy needs for the Dick to keep making it feel wanted, needed, and worshiped for being golden. The perfume you wear is pussy’s first clue as to how it needs be taken. The bra your breasts lick while you walk down the street are pussy’s way of alerting Dick that pussy is always hunting new admirers. The skirt licking your ass while you flow down the aisle is pussy’s way of telling Dick it has rules, wants, and if you’re Man enough, soaking wet responses that will make Dick feel loved beyond Dick’s memory, to allow Dick to be fed from pussy’s nether world of orgasmic diversion.

   Cross your legs the opposite way, you’re disgusting.

   Do you remember the look in the eyes of the first male you allowed to know what pussy craved so long ago? Do you remember the smells in the room, the feel of his discovering body, the pure bliss you felt when your pussy finally became wet enough to seduce Dick inside so pussy could be made a grown up girl, and cum filled slut? Do you remember the sounds from beyond the place you spread your pegs and introduced pussy to Dick and made Dick never forget pussy’s uncontrollable and very insatiable nature? You unleashed pussy without knowing exactly just how powerful pussy can be. Silly girl, now you pay for it looking for Dick to small pussy into a lather and make pussy suffer for being such a filthy little toy. Pussy doesn’t care because pussy knows you’ll take Dick and Dick and keep hunting because you want pussy to behave but pussy likes it because you’ll take Dick and Dick and keep hunting because you want pussy to behave. The slut’s favorite dance to the music pussy moans when pussy has a stiff Man sliding in and out and making pussy the center of attention.

   Your nipples are so huge.

  Breath in and out with a purpose while you read the words I crafted for your enjoyment. Breathe in hole squeezing your pussy muscles slowly and hard. Breathe out relaxing them. Make each breath count. Make each breath delicious. Make each breath a devotion to your own concoctions of immoral times with a very deep lover. Breathe for yourself. Breathe as if nothing else matters except how well your pussy enjoys the words I crafted for your enjoyment. Breathe and let the world fade away while you begin to smell the aroma of fresh pussy, your own flavorful delight.

   Keep breathing like this for the rest of the day and pussy will understand that we understand each other very well. If pussy wants to say something, to scent a craving this way then with all pleasure, allow pussy to tell the tale her slit cries to drip. I’ll listen well. I’ll tell pussy what i think of it. If pussy has a tall to tell that creates a pondering moment when the crotch of the jeans I wear rise, then pussy may find a feast for its harvesting needs. But only if pussy behaves like a lady. Can she?

   You shudder like your mother did long ago before I broke her. 

   Pussy takes years to come into fruition. Over time, with lots of hard work and delicate care pussy begins to grow, to feel, to like the sensations pressing against it in every way. At first pussy denies these sensations but once pussy gushes she no longer fights them, she sacrifices the innocent girl to have her way. Broken from all taught her to be, to act, to behave, pussy makes the hot girl lie in bed and late one night, sacrifice its being so that pussy can live and list and conquer all morals for the sake of breathing. When pussy takes stiff in it inhales, when pussy lets the violation leave to the point where its almost gone it exhales. The vacuum makes pussy suck the hard member back in so its filled to the brink of passing out. To test the skill, pussy exhales so the impaler will be slicker so the next trust can go harder, without mercy. Pussy craves being serviced and does all it can to make the Dick it hunted and seduced, do more damage to it than anything else ever shoved inside. For pussy is still a girl, and all girls need be punished.

  Breath in and out with a purpose while you listen to the words I crafted for your enjoyment. Breathe in hole squeezing your pussy muscles slowly and hard. Breathe out relaxing them. Make each breath count. Make each breath delicious. Make each breath a devotion to your own concoctions of immoral times with a very deep lover. Breathe for yourself. Breathe as if nothing else matters except how well your pussy enjoys the words I crafted for your enjoyment. Breathe and let the world fade away while you begin to smell the aroma of fresh pussy, your own flavorful delight.

   Do you remember the pair of panties you wore when you first made yourself aware of what sexual sensations really felt like? Do you remember how their tight grip on your private parts began to feel even more restrictive so you had to make them accommodate your ever extending probes? Do you remember how the material felt against your sliding hand and how you felt the soft cotton crotch give way as it became more moist, more than ever before? What color were the panties which gave way to a growing need that finally became too powerful to deny, and too good to not stop tasting its allure? A girl lost within herself knowing the pure beauty she is and savoring what she has to offer. A girl growing from before, knowing that what she did a few seconds ago as bad, very very bad and she should not have done it but it feels too good to stop and you can’t fight this new found toy’s pleasures any more and you don’t want to. A girl whose mind now clears as the waves settle in. A girl who sweats in a silent manner of disgrace and sin while making her hips dance a new tune which only she knows the words to. Hidden deep inside, the very words you wanted to yell out loud while you’d exiled your innocent form for the very first time, say those words now and be set free to cum like a she devil doing unholy things to such a young girl’s body. Pussy corrupts, using fingers at first then the humpy pillow then other things a girl keeps in her bedroom hidden among the stuffed animals. To be attached to one of the stuffed animals as her hunger burns. Pussy lives and will not be denied, and you can’t stop her. Nor do you want to. For pussy isn’t you, you’re a good girl. Pussy is a slut you can’t control because pussy makes others use her so pussy is just a victim.

   Years ago your mother’s eyes rolled inside her tiny head just like yours do, as she first enveloped her fingers with the sweet perfume her pussy offered her.

   What did your teen age lips whimper when you gave way to sin and corruption? What words failed to be said as you knew what you did was bad and nasty and only really sick girls would because they’ll grow up to be whores? The unspoken garbled meanings didn’t keep your fingers from attacking your virgin flesh. The teachings from all those Sundays didn’t stop you from bringing in that which you had to offer on your wedding night into a growling state of shuddering bliss that made you rise up in your own twin bed and dare the heavens to stop this assault. That’s when pussy became powerful, when pussy made you curse being good and wanting to be the worst girl people would talk about and that made pussy happy. That is when pussy showed a small girl what a delicious reward it gives in so many minutes of convulsions which free a girl’s mind and make all things very clear as she learns the purpose of pussy. To swim in a deep river of sensations. To be swept away like a palm leaf during a tsunami. To be taken beyond that very first night to be shown what else pussy can inhale for the sake of the blessed orgasm and her sister eruptions. To open and breath, to be seen as the perfection of giving pleasure while taking the soul of the person who wanders inside pussy. To gain from good seed, and revile those who can’t make pussy howl longer.

  Breath in and out with a purpose while you listen to the words I crafted for your enjoyment. Breathe in hole squeezing your pussy muscles slowly and hard. Breathe out relaxing them. Make each breath count. Make each breath delicious. Make each breath a devotion to your own concoctions of immoral times with a very deep lover. Breathe for yourself. Breathe as if nothing else matters except how well your pussy enjoys the words I crafted for your enjoyment. Breathe and let the world fade away while you begin to smell the aroma of fresh pussy, your own flavorful delight.

Sir

http://sinsofasouthernbelle.blogspot.com

black_10_atlanta on Yahoo chat

Loving your blog thanks for your wonderful postings, i'm almost there in getting him into a cock cage but his main stumbling block is peeing and the hygiene side of things, any advice you could offer to help me further down this route?Michelle x

Thanks for the compliments!  I say that you just go through with it, he will adapt as required.  Sure he will have to sit to pee, but so do you…  Hygiene is a little different, she unlocks me for morning showers and shaving when needed.  It is just an obstacle, nothing you can’t overcome if desired.

Locked cock and a swiffer

I need another guy in chastity to come over and help me clean the apartment, we have company coming over this weekend and my wife wants the place spotless.