**Dinner and Dessert**

Miriam had been teasing me all night. It started with her fingers tracing my thigh under the table while we ate, her smirk growing every time I shifted in my seat. I was already hard, straining against the cage she’d locked me in earlier—the familiar weight of metal hugging my cock, reminding me whose pleasure came first tonight.

“You’re *so* eager, Daniel,” she murmured, swirling her wine before taking a slow sip. “Almost makes me want to skip dessert.”

But we both knew there was no skipping dessert. Not when she’d already strapped on before dinner, the black harness snug around her hips, the long, thick dildo peeking from beneath her skirt. My mouth watered just thinking about it.

She stood suddenly, grabbing my wrist. “Come on, baby. Let’s move this to the couch.”

I followed without protest, my pulse hammering as she pushed me down onto the cushions. She hiked her skirt up, revealing the full length of the strap—smooth silicone, glistening with lube. My throat tightened.

“You want it, don’t you?” Her fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my face closer to her crotch. The tip of the dildo brushed my lips, and I moaned, opening obediently.

“God, yes,” I breathed before sucking the head into my mouth.

Miriam groaned, grinding against my face. “Good boy. Take it deeper.”

I obeyed, hollowing my cheeks as I slid down the shaft, gagging slightly when it hit the back of my throat. She didn’t let up, fucking my mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts, my spit dripping down my chin.

“Look at you,” she sighed, tightening her grip. “Such a pretty sissy, sucking cock like you were made for it.”

Heat flooded my face—both from the praise and the humiliation. I loved this, loved how small she made me feel, how completely she controlled me. My caged dick twitched uselessly, leaking pre-cum into the tight confines of the chastity device.

When she finally pulled out with a wet *pop*, she dragged me to my feet, spinning me around. “Bend over the couch,” she ordered, slapping my ass hard enough to make me yelp.

I scrambled to obey, pressing my chest against the cushions while she shoved my thighs apart. Her fingers traced my hole, already slick with lube, and I shuddered.

“You prepped yourself for me?” she cooed, pushing a finger inside.

“Y-yes, ma’am,” I gasped.

“Good.” She added another, scissoring me open while I whined into the cushions. “Because I’m not being gentle tonight.”

Before I could brace myself, she replaced her fingers with the strap, pressing the thick head against my entrance. I held my breath as she pushed in, the stretch burning in the best way.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” she groaned, sinking deeper.

I moaned, gripping the couch as she bottomed out, my ass clenching around the fake cock. She didn’t wait for me to adjust—just pulled back and slammed in again, setting a brutal pace that had me gasping.

“You love this, don’t you?” she taunted, gripping my hips. “Love getting your boypussy stretched open?”

“Yes!” I cried, arching my back. Every thrust sent sparks through me, the pleasure coiled tight in my gut.

Miriam leaned over me, her tits pressing into my back as she whispered in my ear, “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you come. But only if you beg.”

I was already babbling, my voice wrecked. “Please, please, let me come, I need it—”

She laughed, pinching my nipple. “Not yet.”

Her free hand snaked between my legs, teasing my caged cock. The pressure was maddening—so close but not enough. I whined, rocking back onto her strap, desperate for more.

“You’re such a slut for my cock,” she breathed, speeding up. “Gonna make you take it until you forget your own name.”

I was close, so fucking close, my whole body trembling. She must have felt it because she finally relented, stroking my cage just right.

“Come for me, sissy.”

That was all it took. White-hot pleasure ripped through me, my ass clenching around her strap as I came, my cock straining uselessly against the cage.

Miriam rode me through it, groaning as she chased her own orgasm, her hips stuttering before she stilled, buried deep inside me.

When she pulled out, I collapsed onto the couch, boneless. She patted my ass, laughing.

“Clean up the mess, baby. And then? We’re doing it again.”

I wouldn’t have it any other way.