"Oh....uh-huh...that's the spot," she purrs.
With her legs spread before me, I grip her thighs and delve my lips further into her shaved mound. My tongue finds and softly caresses her clit.
Her body shifts slightly as she places her heels on my back and pulls me even closer. "Oh yeah, Baby," she moans. "This is why I keep you locked up. You understand why, right?"
Of course I understand. She allows me fewer and less frequent orgasms, but routinely has me pleasure her. Helping her reach orgasms fills me with lust. Being denied release, I'm always in a constant state of arousal. She's the one holding the key to my chastity cage, so I'm forever thinking of her and her happiness.
As she screams in ecstasy I remind myself that although I'm locked in chastity, it really is a perfect balance. We're still useful to each other, and our marriage has never been stronger because of it.
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