Michelle looked down at her husband, she could see the desperation in his eyes. He would be openly begging, if not for the ball gag in his mouth. His hands were tied tightly to the bed posts, as were his ankles. His cock throbbed in the air, a drop of precum sitting on top.
Shane had been away on a business trip for the past month. During that time Michelle had told him not to cum, not to even touch his cock in fact. The month had been long and difficult, but to his own astonishment he made it. He had a huge tease and denial fetish, and absolutely loved when his wife indulged in his fantasies. But as the saying goes, you have to be careful what you wish for.
Now that he was bound and gagged on their bed, as much as he was enjoying the kinky scene some part of him regretted not taking advantage of the month away to jerk off as much as possible. Maybe the sight of his metal chastity device on the nightstand next to the bed was what had him worried.
"Are you comfortable slave?" Michelle asked.
Shane muffled a response into the gag. His cock twitching was the only legitimate reply. His wife smiled at him and let out a little laugh. She was kneeling beside him on the bed, one hand playing with her gorgeous 34 DD breasts and the other lightly caressing her inner thighs. She was 23 years old, with brown hair, amazing breasts, and a flawless ass. Shane was absolutely obsessed with her body, it was perfect in every way. She wasn't fat, but she also wasn't a stick figure. Her curves were just right, and he drooled from behind his gag as he watched her touch herself.
"I'm in a very specific mood tonight slave, in case you couldn't tell."
She moved to straddle her husband's body, her pussy resting on his stomach his cock throbbing against her ass. She leaned forward so that her tits were hanging just above his face.
"We're you a good boy for me slave? Did you obey me and not touch yourself for the entire month?"
