My cock was throbbing in its cage, the ache unbearable. I muted myself and whispered my pleas, hoping my owner could feel my desperation across the distance.
The meeting dragged on, but all I could think about was the pen in my hand—not for notes, but for teasing my hole.
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The meeting dragged on, but all I could think about was the pen in my hand—not for notes, but for teasing my hole.
@gaychastity.bsky.social
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I obeyed. My release was quick, messy, humiliating. I stared into the camera, discreetly tasting mine, imagining his smirk.
The team logged off. And I waited, pants still off, for my next command.
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