Short Story:
Riding his face while keeping him locked, the unfairness pushes me over the edge every time. 🤭

Long Story:
I often discuss different things that occur to me during or even after the session. This one is no different. The funny thing that I've realized is, that I can't keep things simple, even if I want to. I don't know if it's just me (I have a feeling it's not), but my brain craves some amount of complexity to keep me engaged. This session could be summed up in a few words. Luke gave me oral and I had a very satisfying orgasm. Right, there it is done. But is though? 😈 Of course not ...

It's impossible for my mind to stand still. It's always looking for some extra connection, something to tease, to fidget with, somebody to antagonize a bit 😅 ... I can't turn it off now. I remember that I wasn't always like this. But then again, I didn't enjoy sex all that much either. So maybe it was always there waiting to be discovered.

I love to try all sorts of things, but chastity gives an infinite amount of complexity and keeps my hungry mind occupied while keeping his mind occupied with hunger. 🤭😈 Especially when I am getting close to orgasm. Sometimes I feel I can pick a path to follow. Shall I focus on his frustration and how unfair I am, or will I more enjoy thinking about how his nipples are probably even more sensitive than his penis since I took the access away ... or how he's giving me the orgasm he can't have, or how much more time do I cum than him? Sometimes I follow one idea and savor all of the implications, but often my mind jumps around, getting a jolt of arousal with every new angle I can think of. I often hope to remember what it was, so I can then put him through it more deliberately when I am done. But when it's over I often remember just fragments. Maybe I should let him edge me while I sit down with a notepad 😂

Yes, in the end, the physical aspect is just getting my clit and pussy licked and it feels great, but that alone could never make me cum like this. I need that extra behind it. Like when we were out the other day, simply knowing he's caged, or even better watching him caged, is just giving me a malice enjoyment. 🥵 It's making even the simplest things more complex and it can't be turned off, at least not in my head. Luckily I don't want to anyway 🤭. Like when I feel that I want to surprise him with a simple kiss, it's suddenly not "just so simple". It's a throw of a rock that starts an avalanche of emotions. And I love it. 😇

On a somewhat related note. I wonder how many other people are like this and have their minds constantly wandering around. Do you see a girl and think she'd be so good at denying me? Because I sure as fuck am going around and wondering if I manage to spot a cage, or guess who would be into it, it keeps regular days more interesting 😄