April Fucks Lance in Chastity POV

You know how sometimes a night just turns into something you didn’t plan, but you’re so glad it did? Well, this whole weekend started with me and Lance just hanging out, and somehow, we ended up in that headspace where trust just takes over, and April Fucks Lance in Chastity became the name of the game. It wasn’t a planned thing, but once I saw that little metal cage locked up between his legs, I felt this raw shift in power. The POV angle makes it feel like I’m looking right through his eyes, feeling his shaky breath on my skin as I held the key in my palm. I started slow, getting a feel for the moment, whispering in his ear how good he was for staying locked, and he just nodded, all wide-eyed and surrendered. Then, the strapon came out, and the weight of it in my hands was like a toy and a weapon all at once; I lubed it up and took my time, measuring his whimper against the leather straps. That drag of it against the front of the cage, that pleasing little crush, was just the beginning. But I’m not a pure sadist, so I mixed it up—after he got used to the pressure, I switched to light ballbusting, just tapping and cupping to keep him alert, watching his eyes water without a single tear or harsh word needing to fall. It was more about the mind games than the hard hits, and he scoured his teeth, breathing deep, lost in it. With Christina grim perspective, my hand would drift down and give those sensitive spots a rest, letting the hum of a buzzy vibrator press against the base of my strap just to feel the pulsing heat secondhand. Every second of control, every pained twist of satisfaction, culminated in a night that reminded me why that level of intimate play feels so mutually releasing; his obedience wasn’t submission for the sake of it; my grip on that key made him feel free.