A Ruined Orgasm After Two Months of Chastity

My slave lies on the hard wooden cot in a black latex catsuit, while I stand over him in a skimpy black latex bikini. With practiced movements, I wrap him layer by layer in tight ropes. The bonds are gradually tightened until he is secured in a perfect, inescapable position.

Then, after two agonizingly long months, the climax finally arrives. I finally unlock his chastity cage. His cock springs toward me immediately, stiff and trembling. Using plenty of lube, I massage his best asset and relentlessly drive him to the brink of orgasm. To top it all off, I sit on his face. The intense scent of my pussy, combined with the hot smell of latex, nearly drives him out of his mind.

Instead of the long-awaited release, I give him a ruined orgasm. Right at the moment of climax, I pull my hands away. Completely frustrated and devoid of any pleasurable sensation, he watches as his cum runs out of him limply. Without mercy, I repeat the whole thing a second time and leave him hanging with another ruined orgasm.