The Key Can Wait – Chastity Puppy Boot Worship
My little chastity puppy was so sure this would finally be the day.
There he lies beneath Me, arms bound above his head, locked in his cage, waiting for the one thing his pathetic little mind can still think about: the key.
But when I enter the room, I barely acknowledge him.
Dressed in My elegant white blouse, glossy high-waist patent leather pants, black designer leather gloves, My strict cap and My beautiful Casadei stiletto ankle boots, I sit down above him and continue My phone call as if he were nothing more than furniture beneath My feet. Calm voice. Crossed legs. Total indifference. His body is present, but My attention is elsewhere.
Only after I hang up do I finally remember him.
“Oh, puppy… wasn’t there something?”
I tease the key in front of his face, let him believe for one delicious second that his little cage might be opened; and then I put the key exactly where it belongs for now: back into My pocket.
Before any reward can even be considered, there is a far more important task waiting for him. My soles need cleaning. There is ash on My beautiful boots, and I am about to go out. Naturally, I expect to leave with spotless shoes.
So his tongue is put to work.
I guide him with My boots, tease his chastity cage with My sole, speak to him in that soft, mocking voice reserved for creatures who are too eager, too hopeful and far too easy to control. He stays quiet, obedient and desperate, still clinging to the idea that obedience might earn him release.
Then the phone rings again.
Plans change.
His little reward? Postponed.
I step over him, tell him sweetly that he can stay right there and wait; and perhaps later, when I return with dirty boots again, he may be useful once more.
A calm, cruel, elegant Chastity Predicament clip with Boot Worship, Tease & Denial, soft-spoken humiliation, leather gloves, designer stiletto boots, foot teasing, sole cleaning and the exquisite frustration of being almost rewarded; but not quite....
There he lies beneath Me, arms bound above his head, locked in his cage, waiting for the one thing his pathetic little mind can still think about: the key.
But when I enter the room, I barely acknowledge him.
Dressed in My elegant white blouse, glossy high-waist patent leather pants, black designer leather gloves, My strict cap and My beautiful Casadei stiletto ankle boots, I sit down above him and continue My phone call as if he were nothing more than furniture beneath My feet. Calm voice. Crossed legs. Total indifference. His body is present, but My attention is elsewhere.
Only after I hang up do I finally remember him.
“Oh, puppy… wasn’t there something?”
I tease the key in front of his face, let him believe for one delicious second that his little cage might be opened; and then I put the key exactly where it belongs for now: back into My pocket.
Before any reward can even be considered, there is a far more important task waiting for him. My soles need cleaning. There is ash on My beautiful boots, and I am about to go out. Naturally, I expect to leave with spotless shoes.
So his tongue is put to work.
I guide him with My boots, tease his chastity cage with My sole, speak to him in that soft, mocking voice reserved for creatures who are too eager, too hopeful and far too easy to control. He stays quiet, obedient and desperate, still clinging to the idea that obedience might earn him release.
Then the phone rings again.
Plans change.
His little reward? Postponed.
I step over him, tell him sweetly that he can stay right there and wait; and perhaps later, when I return with dirty boots again, he may be useful once more.
A calm, cruel, elegant Chastity Predicament clip with Boot Worship, Tease & Denial, soft-spoken humiliation, leather gloves, designer stiletto boots, foot teasing, sole cleaning and the exquisite frustration of being almost rewarded; but not quite....
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