Each time I tried to put the cage on him, the little one would stop and I couldn't close the lock. What made each attempt end in a two-fingered pajita because it occurred to me that to humiliate him, the way was to make him cum with two fingers, because he's so small. He got excited about my idea. Then, he practiced oral sex on me and used the dildo I had brought as a gift. It was very insistent and I didn't lack desire, so I also managed to have numerous orgasms. More than a week had passed since his return and he hadn't penetrated me (not with the little one, yes with the dildo), but we were both more excited than ever and practicing these new sexual practices, totally novel for us, more frequently than the traditional ones we used to practice before.
After several attempts, ice, let him rest, etc., we finally managed to close the chastity device for the first time. We had succeeded, what joy! He got very heavy that he wanted more two-fingered pajitas, but I told him no, that it cost us a lot, that he shouldn't even dream about it, that he should wait at night. The idea was to use it all day and take it out at night to rest well, at least for the moment. But my wickedness started exciting me. I began to parade in thongs and tacos, with the imported sets my husband had given me and still hadn't shown them to him. It's true that I wasn't going to use them for the little one's enjoyment, but I didn't say anything about using them for his suffering.
Now we had to go on vacation, as we had agreed. Far from feeling fear or need not to have anything to do with Pablo, I told my husband I wanted to rent him out to my friend, given the proximity of their properties to the beach. I called him in a thong in front of my husband and he thought it was for sex, but I said no, that it was for the rental. He left us a good price, perhaps conditioned by that dust, sent my husband over to point him out and, on the way, get acquainted, we bought the tickets and embarked on our vacations, the first of our a new stage. Always during vacations, expectations are renewed and magnified, this time it wasn't an expectation, it was a reality...
After several attempts, ice, let him rest, etc., we finally managed to close the chastity device for the first time. We had succeeded, what joy! He got very heavy that he wanted more two-fingered pajitas, but I told him no, that it cost us a lot, that he shouldn't even dream about it, that he should wait at night. The idea was to use it all day and take it out at night to rest well, at least for the moment. But my wickedness started exciting me. I began to parade in thongs and tacos, with the imported sets my husband had given me and still hadn't shown them to him. It's true that I wasn't going to use them for the little one's enjoyment, but I didn't say anything about using them for his suffering.
Now we had to go on vacation, as we had agreed. Far from feeling fear or need not to have anything to do with Pablo, I told my husband I wanted to rent him out to my friend, given the proximity of their properties to the beach. I called him in a thong in front of my husband and he thought it was for sex, but I said no, that it was for the rental. He left us a good price, perhaps conditioned by that dust, sent my husband over to point him out and, on the way, get acquainted, we bought the tickets and embarked on our vacations, the first of our a new stage. Always during vacations, expectations are renewed and magnified, this time it wasn't an expectation, it was a reality...
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