Laying on my bed, I twist the fallen hair from my space buns lazily as I scroll through photos on social media.
I wonder what it would be like for all men to be cucks.
Scrolling through all the pictures of vacation and happy couples from highschool, I imagine all the men in tiny little chastity cages, all slightly embarrassed that their cage may be visible in the photo. The thought brought the widest grin to my face, falling just shy of my eyes.
Tossing my phone to the side I peer out my open, second story, french doors at the pigeons falling asleep on the railing while sunbathing, and decide to join them.
Slipping my sundress off, I walk naked onto my balcony and ring the bell I carry to signal my cuck to attend to me.
Hearing your lazy feet loudly clamber up the steps, I sigh, in need of some amusement.
Kneeling before me like the beta boy you are, I snap my fingers and point to the shelves that house my body oils.
Presenting me with three options, I select one and stick my foot out- showing the stupid caged simp where to start.
As you massage the oil in, a slow
MMmm
sound hums from my chest, causing your small minded cuck self to slow in your oiling efforts, making me kick my foot at you to remind you of your task.
"Don't make me open my eyes, cuck."
You eagerly resume oiling my legs, and I slip my sunglasses-covered eyes open to appreciate your love of servitude. How it brings you such a sense of purpose to tend to me everyday. How much better the world would be if all men could find love in serving women.
Seeing sweat bead your brow, I bend down and unbutton your damp shirt, revealing your muscular chest glistening in the sun.
"
Is that better my, pet?"
I ask, dragging a finger from the last button I unclasped, to the light trail of hair leading to things unseen.
"
Yes, Miss. Thank you for inquiring as to my comfort. I feel much better now."
You continue to oil around my curious fingers playing with your waist band. I unbutton your pants and fully grasp the metal cage within.
"
It has been so long since we made use of My cock, hasn't it?"
I say, causing your working hands to still on my thighs.
Taking the key from around my neck, I lean to unlock your cage and free my cock for use.
"How does that feel?"
Petting the length of my cock with two curved fingers, then pulling back the folds of your pants to let spit stream from my mouth onto the tip.
"Th-at feels very good, My Queen. Thank you for your attention. It has been months since you last played with your cock."
Pulling away, I spread my thighs apart, showing you my lips, partially hidden by my dark colored bush.
"
Lean forward."
Is all I say as I take the back of your neck lightly in my hand, and guide you to my pussy.
Smashing your face into my clit, I work my hips back and forth, making use of the mouth that serves me in all ways.
Letting off pressure and ceasing movement, your neck bobs away from my oiled bush making you sit back onto your feet as you kneel.
Grabbing a cigarette in one hand, you reflexively provide a light for me, reminding me why I am going to spoil you today.
Exhaling my first pull, I say, "