Short Story: I've waited a bit for the orgasm, but I've decided it's been a few days, and I really want one. 🤭 So Idid what I often do, used his face as my toy. This time I kept my skirt on, so you have a better chance at finishing locktober 😈 Long Story: We are not even halfway through Lockotber and some of you are already dripping like a faucet 🤭As for me, I've been holding out since last time, but I was getting too horny. Even more so, when I knew my pet would be staying locked for at least the next two weeks. So, the idea of riding his face and watching him squirm was more tempting than ever. But knowing how many of you are locked, I've decided I'll be nice and wear a skirt this time. You know, to protect you during this sensitive time of the month from the same temptation I've given in to. 🤭 Know it's for your own good, that you can't watch his tongue work my pussy 🤭I was thinking I could maybe censor the video, as I think that's quite a powerful denial tool as well, but I think I'll keep that as a separate idea for later. Maybe do a double edit, one in full view and one censored, so it stings more not watching the other one 😈 I love how denial can go much further beyond the orgasm, as that's just the base upon which everything else is standing. But then there are so many flavors to it. From erection, to visual, to touch, or even limiting the ways he can cum when he's allowed to. I love to create desire, feed the "want" while postponing the ability to do anything about it. It's hard for me to imagine anything more erotic and intense than urge without outlet. Mind have no limit to how much it can crave, how frustrated it can get ... and I feel so good and sexy, knowing all of this, while he's sucking my clit and licking my wet pussy. I'd feel bad for him if I didn't know that this is exactly the treatment he needs to be happy. Giving me orgasm after orgasm, serving me in any way I need and want to, while being caged and hoping that I might pull out the anal wand soon, to massage his prostate until he's dribbling out 🥵 I wonder how many of you are tugging on the cage right now, imagining having the head under my skirt. To make it more vivid, just imagine how it feels. Your head is pressed down to the chair as I am sitting on your face. Your whole world is gone. You can't see or hear anything. There's barely any light under the skirt, as the sex room is already in dim light. I have my thighs on your ears, so the only thing you hear is my muffled moans and giggles when I play with your nipples. The only thing you feel properly is my wet pussy and my hard clit in your mouth. You know that I get aroused by the unfairness I am causing. The idea runs down your spine and excites you. Make your cage twitch, but there's no way you can get even a hint of an erection. I giggle at your futile attempt at reminding me that somewhere deep down, you still have your manly needs. 🥵 You know that I am well aware. I love to tease you about it and then give you the exact opposite. You also know that your dick might very well never again be inside the pussy you're just bringing to the edge of orgasm. Your sperm will always end up on the floor or in your own mouth. You can't hide your kinks from me, increasing the chance that I will make them reality. I, on the other side of things, see you twitching in the cage the whole time. Your face is gone from my vision. I just use you as I would use a vibrator. Your penis is gone, but your willingness to serve me is way up, so I think that's a good trade-off, as I only need the latter to be satisfied. It's been unusually long for me since I had my last orgasm. I am riding the edge for a while, while watching your cage and imagining how it feels for you, until I can't control it any longer. ... Ugh, I can't imagine going for a month. Now with my mind a bit clearer, I am glad I don't have to. 🤭 But I appreciate that you do this for me, because I can experience it through you.