“It’s called ‘The Tormentor’, but it won’t bother you unless you let yourself get excited, and you wouldn’t want to do that while away from me, would you?”
“No, Mistress,” I said, quickly pulling up my Levis as pressure was immediately building in my c**k and balls. My c**k immediately filled and squeezed against the tube like an animal trying to get out of a cage. This was a new feeling of helplessness; an intense feeling of being imprisoned, which caused an additional surge of excitement, which only led to more c**k torture. My balls felt twice as large and my throbbing c**k was becoming engorged with no place to go.
Liz said the cage was easy to clean; and, since it was curved downward, it was inconspicuous and could be worn anywhere - except at the airport - Ha, Ha. Also, “You’ll nee
