Mrs Cole - Female Worship and Chastity

He woke up to the familiar feeling of his cock trying to get hard in his cage. The smile spread across his face, he loved this feeling. Rolling over onto his stomach he thrust his hips into the mattress, the cage rubbed against his body as he moved. Conjuring the image of her in his mind, her blonde hair splayed out over the pillow. Her eyes closing as he entered her the sound of her as a moan escaped her lips. Yes this was his favourite fantasy.

He could so easily cum even as his cage prevented him from getting an erection. Funny how the thing that made his cock twitch the most was the thing that stopped him from ever getting hard.

That was enough tease right now he got out of bed and decided it was time for a shower. As he walked past the calendar on his bedroom door he marked off another day. 36 days. 36 days he had been caged. The topless girl smiled at him from the calendar “Sorry, not getting me hard.” He smirked as he looked at her pretty face and perfect tits. Rehanging the calendar and grabbing a towel he walked to the bathroom.

He soaped up his body, paying special attention to his caged cock. He started thinking about a pretty blonde. Not the one from the calendar but the one he had pictured in his bed. He felt his dick twitch again. 90 minutes and he would see her. He could almost smell her perfume now, the sophisticated scent she always wore, he took a deep breath in enjoying the tor ture of his throbbing cock. Next he thought about the way her breasts looked in the blouses she wore, the buttons almost stretching to contain them. How many times had he wished, prayed even that one of those buttons would pop and give him the glimpse of her skin he desired so much. Working down her body in his mind he saw her ass in the tight skirt with the slit at the back. As she moved the slit revealing a teasing look at her inner thigh. He squeezed his balls imagining how her soft skin would feel under his fingers, oh what he would do, what he would give just to be able to stroke her thigh for a second. Finally, he thought about her slender calves and pretty feet covered by the black heels she always wore. How he wanted to sit and worship her feet. Kiss them, kiss her ankles and all the way up her legs.

He finished his shower, this had become his morning ritual for the past 36 days, shower and thinking about her. Worshiping every part of her body. The parts of her body he had been lucky enough to see, the rest of her he had had to use his imagination. She was the most perfect woman he had ever seen...

She was also his married neighbour.