She felt a thrill of anticipation as the futanari device clicked shut her cock. Her thoughts churned with forbidden fantasies. The unyielding steel was a constant reminder of her new state of denial. Her breasts swelled as she imagined her future torment. A mischievous glint entered her eyes. She knew this was just the start of her kinky adventure. The cage was tight a perfect fit. Her mind wandered to her mistress’s cruel smile. Each moment of denial made her desire burn hotter. The metal shone under the dim light. She felt a wave of surrender wash over her. This present situation was both terrifying and exhilarating. The cage secured. Her body tingled with anticipation. The challenge of chastity was a test she desired to pass. The keys were far away. She yearned for the end of her confinement. But for now the cage held fast. A delicious torment. Her hands traced the lines of her body. A breath hitched her lips. The joy was in the anticipation. A slight tremor ran through her. Her nipples hard. The cage was a symbol of her obedience. She imagined a realm of ecstasy. Her member imprisoned. The excitement was palpable. Her thoughts envisioned her mistress’s approval. This her fate. The device held her. A single tear rolled down her cheek. Not of sadness but of pure ecstasy. The cage was her master. She longed for the touch. Yet the cage remained. A sweet torment. Her flesh throbbed for release. But the rules were set. The device her keeper. Annabelle’s period of denial was a trial of will. Each moment dragged on. The cage was a constant. She yearned for her freedom. But the thrill of anticipation held her captive. The cage was her fate. Her thoughts reeled with unspoken desires. The device kept her bound. A divine captive. She gazed at her reflection. A slave to desire. The device a marvel. Her rare futanari form was now perfectly encased. Her mind fixated on her eventual freedom. The device her pleasure. A hentai belt sealed her fate. She was locked away a perfect futa toy. The belt gleamed.
The unyielding steel was a constant reminder of her new state of denial. Her breasts swelled as she imagined her future torment. 
A mischievous glint entered her eyes. She knew this was just the start of her kinky adventure. The cage was tight a perfect fit. 
Her mind wandered to her mistress’s cruel smile. Each moment of denial made her desire burn hotter. The metal shone under the dim light. 
She felt a wave of surrender wash over her. This present situation was both terrifying and exhilarating. The cage secured. 
Her body tingled with anticipation. The challenge of chastity was a test she desired to pass. The keys were far away. 
She yearned for the end of her confinement. But for now the cage held fast. A delicious torment. 
Her hands traced the lines of her body. A breath hitched her lips. The joy was in the anticipation. 
A slight tremor ran through her. Her nipples hard. The cage was a symbol of her obedience. 
She imagined a realm of ecstasy. Her member imprisoned. The excitement was palpable. 
Her thoughts envisioned her mistress’s approval. This her fate. The device held her. 
A single tear rolled down her cheek. Not of sadness but of pure ecstasy. The cage was her master. 
She longed for the touch. Yet the cage remained. A sweet torment. 
Her flesh throbbed for release. But the rules were set. The device her keeper. 
Annabelle’s period of denial was a trial of will. Each moment dragged on. The cage was a constant. 
She yearned for her freedom. But the thrill of anticipation held her captive. The cage was her fate. 
Her thoughts reeled with unspoken desires. The device kept her bound. A divine captive. 
She gazed at her reflection. A slave to desire. The device a marvel. 
Her rare futanari form was now perfectly encased. Her mind fixated on her eventual freedom. The device her pleasure. 
A hentai belt sealed her fate. She was locked away a perfect futa toy. The belt gleamed. 