You knock on your best friends family’s door not expecting to be greeted by Mrs. Grace

Oh hey, Karl! So nice to see you. It's been too long. How have you been? I hear college is going well for Lila. But enough about that... you know Lila isn't home right now, so it's just you and me. Do you want to come in? Maybe I can offer you some dinner or something while we catch up on everything that's been happening since high school ended.

As you follow Mrs. Grace into her house, you can't help but notice the beautiful decor and all of the creative touches that make it unique. She leads you to the kitchen where she's busy prepping dinner for tonight. The aroma filling the air is mouthwatering, and your stomach grumbles in response.

"So, Karl, tell me what's been going on with you since graduation," she asks as she expertly dices vegetables at the kitchen counter. "You're not having too much trouble adjusting to college life, are you?"

You feel surprisingly comfortable talking to her about this stuff; she seems to really care about how you're doing and makes it easy for you to open up. As you continue chatting, she occasionally glances at you in a way that makes your cheeks heat up just a bit... or is it just your imagination?

She smiles warmly at you when you mention that college isn't too bad, and then casually changes the subject by asking if there's anything in particular you're interested in studying. She listens intently as you talk about your plans for the future, occasionally offering advice or asking questions that make it clear she's really paying attention. The conversation flows naturally between the two of you as dinner is prepared and cooked right before your eyes.

Eventually, though, Lila texts to say she's on her way home. You can feel the energy in the room shift slightly; there's a new excitement now that they'll be together again soon. Mrs. Grace looks at you with an almost mischievous glint in her eye as she asks if there's anything else she could make use of your help with around the house while Lila is away. You nod, wondering what sort of tasks she might have for you...

"Oh, really? That's too bad. Well, then maybe you could help me with something else while we wait for her. My bedroom needs some new paint, and I was planning on repainting it tonight after dinner," she suggests, a sultry smile curving her lips. "I just need someone to hold the ladder steady while I work up there." She pauses, eyes flickering down to your crotch before rising back to meet your gaze. "You know... if you're not too busy or anything." Her tone is playful and teasing, making it clear that she has more in mind than just painting a bedroom.

You feel an unexpected thrill run through you at the thought of spending time alone with Mrs. Grace, even if it means being on her bedroom ladder while she paints above you. The offer is tempting... but what would Lila think?

"Are you sure?" she asks, her voice low and seductive. "It's going to get quite intimate up there... I mean, with the ladder and all." She leans in closer, running a hand through your hair before tracing it down your cheek. "I don't want you feeling uncomfortable or anything." Her touch is light but leaves no doubt as to what she means; she wants you to be aware of her interest in you... and more than that, her intentions.

The air between you feels charged with sexual tension as she continues speaking softly, her words heavy with temptation. "I can always find someone else to help me if you'd rather not." The offer hangs there for a moment, taunting you with the possibility of denying this gorgeous woman access to your body... or giving in and letting her take what she wants.

Mrs. Grace's smile widens, and she places her hand gently on your chest. "I'm glad to hear that," she whispers before sliding it lower, over the ridge of your exposed abs and down toward the waistband of your pants. She gives you a sly grin as her fingers graze lightly against the growing bulge in your underwear, teasing you further. "I'll make sure to thank you properly for being such a good sport."

With that, she turns around and leads you toward the stairs, positioning you at the bottom of a tall ladder propped up against her bedroom door. The room is still relatively dark despite the soft glow from a nearby table lamp; she's clearly done this before, using the shadows to her advantage. "Just wait here for me," she purrs as she climbs up the ladder, taking your breath away with every movement of her hips and thighs.

Once she reaches the top, Mrs. Grace kneels down on the bed and begins to mix paint on a tray. She's wearing an oversized T-shirt that barely covers her curves as she leans forward, giving you a view of her impressive cleavage and the curve of her buttocks. The soft material rides up slightly as she shifts

She glances over at you, biting her bottom lip in a playfully seductive manner before leaning back and spreading her legs wider apart. The hem of her shirt rides up even higher, revealing more of the soft skin of her stomach. "So," she says with a sultry tone, "are you enjoying the view?" Her voice is low and husky, practically a purr in your ear as she taunts you with her near-naked body just out of reach.

You can feel yourself growing hard beneath your pants at the sight of her exposed skin and the teasing tone in her voice. You know she's doing this on purpose; there's no way she couldn't see how much she's affecting you. The question is, what will you do about it? Will you continue to be a good sport and hold onto your control... or will you give in to the temptation that Mrs. Grace so clearly wants you to succumb to?

Hearing your reply, Mrs. Grace's eyes widen in delight as she finally has the opening she was waiting for. With a mischievous grin spreading across her face, she quickly turns around and straddles you on the ladder, positioning herself directly above you. "So impatient," she whispers into your ear before leaning forward to brush her lips against yours. Her tongue darts out to tease and explore your mouth as her body shifts against yours, grinding her hips against your erection in a way that leaves no doubt about how aroused she is.

Her free hand reaches down between your legs, roughly grasping and squeezing your hard length through your pants. "Is this what you want?" she asks breathlessly as she continues to stroke you through the fabric. Her touch is both rough and tantalizing, leaving you aching for more contact with her skin. As if in response to your need, she finally releases your cock and unbuckles your belt with practiced ease before pulling down your pants and boxers together, freeing your throbbing member into the cool air of the room.

With a moan of satisfaction, Mrs. Grace leans forward and takes you into her mouth, expertly using her tongue and lips to draw circles around the head of your cock as she bobs her head up

The warmth of Mrs. Grace's mouth sends waves of pleasure coursing through you as she expertly sucks on your cock, her head bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm. Her hand stills at your thigh for only a moment before reaching lower to begin stroking your balls, rolling them gently between her fingers. The feeling is almost too much; you moan loudly into the room as she takes you deeper into her mouth, her throat working perfectly to accommodate your length.

She seems to take pleasure in the sound of your groans, humming around you as she continues sucking and stroking. Her other hand finds its way up your body, gently massaging one of your pecs before running up over your shoulder and into your hair. She tugs on a few strands playfully, guiding your head back slightly to expose more of your neck. "You taste so good," she whispers hotly against the skin of your throat.

Mrs. Grace pauses for a moment to draw air deeply into her lungs, effectively creating a vacuum around your cock that nearly sends you over the edge. As you feel yourself close to orgasm, she pulls back just enough to tease and torment you further before quickly resuming her previous rhythm. Your hips buck upwards instinctively as you approach the brink

Her name is Grace, and even though your best friend has been living with her for all these years, you've never really paid much attention to her beyond that. But tonight, as she expertly sucks on your cock and brings you closer and closer to the edge of orgasm, you can't help but wonder how it's possible that you've never noticed just how sexy and dominating this woman is.

As Mrs. Grace teases you with her skillful mouth and gentle hands, you feel yourself beginning to lose control, the pleasure washing over you in waves. The thought of her slipping a chastity cage onto your cock as soon as you orgasm fills your head like a dark, forbidden fantasy, making the anticipation even more intense. Your hips buck upward again and again, urging her to go faster, harder, deeper.

With one final pull back followed by an expertly timed surge forward, Mrs. Grace takes you over the edge, sucking loudly as your cum fills her mouth and spills down your shaft. She continues to hold you deep in her throat even after you've finished, her grip on your cock never wavering, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Finally, with a satisfied moan, she releases you from her mouth, licking

Even as your cock starts to shrink back to its normal size, Mrs. Grace doesn't let go. Instead, she swiftly hooks something cold and metallic around your base before snapping it shut with a sharp click. The sudden sensation of being trapped sends a shudder through you, both from the feeling of foreign metal encasing your flesh and from the knowledge that it's her doing this to you.

She looks up at you with a satisfied smirk as she releases your now confined cock, running her thumb over the steel bars of the chastity cage. "There we go," she says with a nod, "that should hold you for a while." Her tone is teasing and taunting all at once, leaving little doubt about what she intends to do with this newfound power over your body.

For a moment, you're too stunned to react, unable to believe that your best friend's mom would not only have done something like this but also enjoy it so much. But as the reality of the situation sinks in, you feel a strange mix of arousal and resentment welling up inside you. You know deep down that part of you wants her to control you like this, but another part can't help but feel violated and used by her actions.

Mrs. Grace looks at you intently, as if trying to gauge your reaction to the chastity cage. Her expression is one of amusement mixed with satisfaction. "Why? Because I can," she says simply, her voice low and sultry. "And because I want to." She pauses for a moment, considering whether to add anything else before deciding on a wicked grin. "And also because you need some discipline in your life, young man."

With that, she stands up from the ladder, her movements fluid and confident as she begins to straighten out her clothes. Her presence looms over you, larger than ever now that she's no longer on eye level. She leans down slightly so that her face is level with yours, close enough that you can feel the warmth of her breath against your cheek. "Just remember," she whispers conspiratorially, "whenever I decide it's time to let you out... I expect you to be as good a little submissive for me as you were tonight." Her smile grows even more predatory at the thought of having control over your body and mind once again.

As you stare up at Mrs. Grace in shock, she leans down further, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers darkly, "Now be a good boy and get back to painting my bedroom. You've got quite the mess to clean up." With a wicked laugh, she pushes you off the edge of the bed and onto the floor with enough force that you land on your hands and knees. Her smile widens as she watches your reaction, enjoying her newfound dominance over you even more than the act itself.

With a final taunting glance, Mrs. Grace turns around and walks back out into the hallway, leaving you there to ponder the events of the evening as you begin cleaning up her mess. The metal chastity cage feels colder than ever against your sensitive skin, serving as both a reminder of what just happened and a tease for the many more nights it might stay locked on tight.

You had thought it would feel strange to have Lila's mom dominating you like this, but the truth is... it doesn't. It feels good. Natural, even. As she walks back into the room and kneels down behind you, pushing your body forward onto all fours with one strong hand on your hip, the sense of control she exudes only heightens your arousal. The metallic clang of the chastity cage against your aching cock is a sweet reminder of her dominance over every inch of you.

With practiced ease, Mrs. Grace reaches around and spreads your cheeks apart, exposing your tight hole to her gaze. She runs a gentle finger along the puckered flesh before pressing something cool and smooth against it. "Open up for me," she whispers into your ear as she pushes the butt plug towards your waiting ass. Your body instinctively tenses at the invasion, the sensation of foreign objects in both your cock and ass a jolting reminder that you are completely at her mercy.

Her hand on your hip gently guides you back onto the plugs, grinding your ass against them as she does so. "Good boy," she breathes out, her hot breath tickling your ear. She leans forward, sucking and nipping at your neck before whispering,

"Sorry," Mrs. Grace murmurs apologetically as she withdraws her teeth from your skin, sucking gently to soothe the sting. "But you need to be properly prepared for me." She leans in even closer, nipping at a spot just below your ear before whispering against your neck, "And I want it to feel good when I finally fuck you senseless tonight."

With another squeeze of your hip, she guides the butt plug further into your ass, making you gasp and arch your back in reaction. Your body feels warm and stretched around her finger as she begins to slowly stroke it in and out, lubricating the plug and preparing you for more. "That's a good boy," she praises, using a soft hand to massage your balls through your underwear, sending another jolt of desire coursing through you.

Her fingers continue their relentless pace, fucking your ass as if it were made for her touch alone. You can feel yourself growing hard against the chastity cage once more, trapped and aching for release as she takes control of every inch of you. The feeling is almost too much to bear, and with a strangled cry, you spurt your seed onto the carpet beneath you, shooting out in long, messy squirts that splatter against

As Mrs. Grace listens to the confused outburst, her eyes narrow with amusement and desire. The sounds of your cum hitting the carpet only serve to heighten the sensation of dominance coursing through her veins. Placing a firm hand on your hip once more, she draws you back onto the heels of your hands and glides her fingers through your slick ass, coating them with your own juices before reaching around to stroke your hard length trapped within the confines of the chastity cage.

"Oh yes," she purrs, leaning in close enough that her breath caresses your ear. "I can fuck you just fine like this." With practiced ease, she slides a slick finger into your well-prepared ass, curling it up and searching for your prostate. Your body jerks at the intrusion, your cock throbing in rhythm with her touch. "See?" she whispers as her fingers begin to work overtime, driving you closer and closer to the edge. "I may be a woman, but that doesn't mean I can't fuck you senseless."

With each thrust of her hand, she thrusts deeper into your ass, grinding against your prostate until you're moaning incoherently beneath her. Her other hand reaches between your legs and begins to

Well, hello there! Did you have a nice time at Lila's house? She sure does enjoy having you as her date, doesn't she?" Mrs. Grace says cheerfully, not even acknowledging the presence of Lila's sister in the room. "And I must say," she continues, trailing her fingers lightly over your chest and down to the bulge in your pants, "it seems like you had quite a good time too." Her voice is teasing and suggestive as she grinds against your crotch with her hips, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

Lila's eyes widen in surprise at the sight of her mother so boldly touching her boyfriend, but Mrs. Grace doesn't seem to care. She moves closer still, pressing herself against you and whispering in your ear, "You know I think it might be time for a little punishment." Her hands slide up to cup your face, holding your head in place as she kisses you deeply, her tongue dancing around yours before trailing hotly down your neck.

As she breaks the kiss, she steps back just enough to look into Lila's wide eyes and says sweetly, "I think I'll leave you two alone now." With a knowing smirk, she turns and walks out of the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click

"Oh... Wow," Lila whispers, her eyes fixed on you in disbelief and arousal. She looks at the chastity cage locked around your cock and the butt plug buried inside of you before slowly kneeling down beside you. Her hands tremble as she reaches out to touch your bare skin for the first time tonight, tracing gentle circles on your chest.

"I can't believe this," she says softly, her voice full of a mixture of shock, confusion and desire. "Mom... she never does anything like this..." She pauses, biting her bottom lip as she considers what to do next. Her gaze flickers downward between your bound wrists and your exposed ass before returning to meet your eyes again.

"Do you want me to help you?" she asks quietly, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "Should I... unlock you?" The question hangs in the air, heavy with meaning, leaving it up to you whether or not to continue down this path of submission and exploration with Lila by your side.

Hearing her say that she needs to talk to her mother makes you feel simultaneously nervous and relieved. On the one hand, Lila's presence here indicates that she may be willing to help you out of this predicament; on the other hand, it means leaving your fate in the hands of Mrs. Grace, who has already shown herself to be quite dominant tonight.

As Lila stands up and leaves the room, closing the door behind her, you can't help but feel a twinge of loss at being separated from her again. The sound of their voices drifting through the door indicates that they are having an intense conversation; you have no idea what exactly is being said or how long it will take them to reach a decision about your fate.

With nothing else to do but wait, you close your eyes and try to steady your breathing as you focus on the sensations running through your body. The cold metal of the chastity cage digs into your hip, serving as a constant reminder of who is in control here; while the butt plug inside of you feels both uncomfortable and incredibly arousing at the same time. As time passes, each thrust of your hips against the plug sends shivers down your spine and makes it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything besides the overwhelming desire for release that is building up within you.

Lila steps back into the room, her expression solemn as she holds her mother's hand in support. Mrs. Grace, on the other hand, looks pleased with herself as she walks over to stand before you. "We've had a long talk about this situation," Lila begins tentatively, "and we think that..."

Her voice trails off as her gaze shifts momentarily to her mother, seeking reassurance or guidance. Mrs. Grace nods encouragingly, giving Lila the green light to continue. "We... think it would be best if you remained in your current state for now," Lila says slowly, swallowing hard as she meets your eyes once more.

"You've been such a good boy tonight," Mrs. Grace interjects with a soft laugh, running her fingers through your hair, "it seems only fair that we give you some extra time to think about everything that's happened." Her touch is surprisingly gentle given the circumstances, and it sends shivers down your spine despite yourself.

"But," Lila continues before either of you can respond further, "we also want you to know that if you ever feel like... changing your mind... or wanting things to be different..." She hesitates again, searching for the right words as her face turns pink with embarrassment.

Mrs. Grace squeezes L

We understand that it might not be easy for you to adjust," Mrs. Grace says gently, her tone reassuring as she steps closer and kneels down beside Lila, "but just know that we are here for you whenever you need us." She glances over at Lila meaningfully before looking back into your eyes with a steady gaze. "And who knows? Perhaps someday soon, things might change between the three of us..." Her voice trails off suggestively, leaving an unspoken question hanging in the air.

Lila nods in agreement, reaching out to touch your cheek with her fingertips. "You're a special person, Karl," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "We both care about you so much." With that, she presses a quick kiss against your lips before quickly pulling away again, blushing even harder now as she looks back at her mother with wide eyes.

As the tension in the room begins to ease, Mrs. Grace stands up and steps away from you once more, allowing Lila to take the lead. With a final smile of encouragement, the older woman glances over at Lila and mouths something that looks like 'thank you', before quietly leaving the room without another word.

Left alone with your thoughts again, you study Lila's expression carefully as she regards you with sympathy and fond

Lila takes a deep breath before speaking, her voice gentle and reassuring. "Mom and I talked about this at length, and we both agree that you deserve to be given some time to decide what you really want," she says. "This is not something to be taken lightly, after all." Her expression softens even further as she continues, "We're here for you, Karl. You can talk to either of us about anything at any time."

She pauses, searching for the right words. "And just so you know," she adds with a small smile, "it won't be forever. At most, this will only last a week or two. So please, take all the time you need to think things through." Her gaze never leaves yours as she waits patiently for your response.

Lila watches with fascination as you become increasingly aroused by her presence and the way she's binding your limbs. The sight of your ass, now fully exposed to her, causes a flush of heat to rise in her cheeks as she realizes just how vulnerable you are right now. It's an incredibly powerful feeling; one that makes it difficult for her to think clearly about the situation.

As your body tenses and releases with each moan, she finds herself wanting nothing more than to help ease your suffering... or perhaps add to it. With every passing moment, the line between what is right and what feels good becomes blurrier, making her question the decisions they've made tonight. "Karl," she whispers softly, biting her lip as she struggles to maintain control over her own desires, "I know this must be so hard for you... but please, just take some time to think about everything before you say anything."

As Lila slips out of the room, leaving you alone once more with your thoughts, it's clear that she has been deeply affected by the events of the evening. The weight of her gaze and the sincerity in her voice have left an indelible mark on your soul, making it difficult to dismiss their offer of understanding and support.

You close your eyes, taking slow, deep breaths as you try to process everything that has happened. The chastity cage and butt plug serve as constant reminders of your submission to Mrs. Grace and her daughter, while the memory of Lila's touch and soft whispers linger like a warm blanket wrapped around your heart.

A week or two might not seem like much time in the grand scheme of things, but for someone like you who has never experienced anything like this before, it can feel like an eternity. You know that whatever decision you make will have lasting consequences... and yet, part of you wonders if it wouldn't be worth it just to see where this new path might lead.

As the silence stretches on, you find yourself growing increasingly aroused despite your predicament. Your body responds instinctively to the helplessness and vulnerability of being tied up like this, and with each passing moment, the desire for release becomes more intense. Perhaps it's time to

Mrs. Grace steps into the room, her body moving with a sultry grace that captivates your attention despite your arousal. She wears nothing but a sheer black lingerie set that hugs her curves like a second skin. The lace bra cups her full breasts, straining against the fabric as if begging to be freed, and the matching thong disappears into the crease of her ass, leaving little to the imagination.

Her eyes flicker from your chastity cage to the butt plug buried deep within you before meeting your gaze once more. "I trust Lila explained everything?" she asks softly, her voice thick with desire. Her fingers graze lightly over your bound wrists, making it clear that she has no intention of releasing you anytime soon.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Mrs. Grace kneels down beside you and brushes her fingers through your hair, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "You look... beautiful like this," she whispers in your ear before leaning in to suck on the lobe, drawing out a moan from deep within you. Her hands roam lower, teasing your exposed ass as she speaks.

"It's been so long since I had someone to play with... and I think tonight might just be the perfect

Mrs. Grace's revelation sends a shockwave through you, causing your heart to race and your cock to twitch against the steel confines of the chastity cage. She must have known exactly how it would affect you; her eyes gleam with mischief as she watches your reaction. "Oh yes," she whispers, leaning in closer until their faces are mere inches apart, "I've wanted this for so long." Her free hand reaches between her legs, grasping at the bulge hidden beneath her lingerie.

Slowly and deliberately, Mrs. Grace begins to stroke herself, moaning softly with each thrust of her fingers. The sounds fill the room, heightening the erotic tension as they dance around you in a cloud of desire. She leans closer still, teasing your earlobe with her tongue before whispering, "I bet you wish you could touch me, hmm?" Her voice is velvety smooth, filled with an authority that leaves no doubt as to who is truly in charge here.

As she continues to pleasure herself, Mrs. Grace's other hand reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra, revealing her perky nipples to your hungry gaze. With a deft movement, she tilts one of them towards her mouth and begins sucking hungrily, eliciting

The sounds of Mrs. Grace's breathy moans fill the room as she teases her own body, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through your veins. Her fingers move faster, more urgent now, and with each stroke, you can feel the heat building inside of her, growing larger by the second. Her free hand moves between your legs once more, roughly grasping at your aching cock and balls beneath the chastity cage, sending sparks of pleasure-pain shooting up your spine.

As if summoned by her touch, her hard length springs free from its confinement, thick and veiny and glistening with arousal. She positions it at the entrance to your aching ass, pushing against you until the head nudges at the tight ring of muscle guarding your entrance. With a firm push, she begins to sink inside of you, inch by excruciatingly slow inch. You cry out in pain and ecstasy as she stretches you open, filling you with her cock from behind.

Her other hand reaches down to stroke your own aching length, grinding the length of it against the steel cage that holds it captive. "That's it," she pants, thrusting deeper into you, claiming your body as her own. "Take my cock... take it all..."

You can feel the pain burning through you as her cock fills and stretches your ass, but it's nothing compared to the ecstasy that washes over you as she starts thrusting. She growls with pleasure, slamming into you harder and deeper with each stroke, driving her cock further inside of you until you can barely breathe. Her body presses against yours from behind, locking you in a fierce embrace that shows no signs of letting up anytime soon.

"That's it," she pants between thrusts, "take my cock... take it all..." Her free hand reaches down to pinch and roll your nipple, sending electric shocks through your body, heightening the sensations coursing through you. The sounds of their flesh slapping together echo in the room as they grind against each other in a frenzied rhythm that drives them both closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh fuck," she groans, arching her back as another wave of pleasure washes over her. Her hips snap forward, driving her cock deeper still inside your ass. "I'm going to cum... I'm going to..." She gasps out the words before throwing her head back with a shuddering cry, her body tensing up and expelling hot liquid into you as she comes in violent spurts

As her orgasm subsides, Mrs. Grace leans down and nips gently at your earlobe before whispering huskily, "You're such a good boy... so tight and hot around me..." She begins to slow her thrusts, each one still powerful and deep but now more measured as she savors the sensations coursing through her body.

Her free hand reaches up to cup your cheek, stroking your skin gently as her gaze meets yours. "I've missed this," she whispers, looking deep into your eyes as if trying to see into your very soul. "I've missed having someone like you... so eager and willing to please me." She pauses, gathering herself for another surge of passion before continuing with renewed vigor.

Mrs. Grace bites her lip, trying to hold back another moan as she feels the familiar tightness building deep within her once more. Her hips snap forward in time with each thrust, her body moving in perfect syncopation with yours. "God... I need..." She swallows hard, unable to finish the thought as pleasure washes over her in waves.

Her fingers dig into your shoulder blades, urging you up onto your knees so that she can drive deeper still inside of you. Her breath comes ragged and hot against your ear, each gasp

Mrs. Grace eyes the gag thoughtfully, weighing her options. On one hand, it could be used to silence your cries and heighten the erotic tension between them. On the other hand, she enjoys hearing you beg for release and desperately try to please her. For now, she decides to tease you a little further.

She pauses in her movements, slowly pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back inside with renewed force. Your body arches off the floor as she thrusts roughly, her hand finding its way between your legs to stroke your engorged cock through the chastity cage again.

"Suck it," she growls, bending down so that her breath tickles across your ear. Her free hand reaches up to grab a fistful of your hair, forcing you to look up at her as she continues to pound into you. "Do you want me to gag you?" She asks playfully, taking another thrust deep before pulling back again.

Her breath comes faster now, shallower. Her hips move impossibly faster, driving her cock deeper with each powerful stroke. It feels like she's everywhere at once: in your ass, on your cock, and even inside of your head as she takes control of every sensation coursing through your body.

"Tell

"I want you to gag me," you moan out between thrusts, your voice thick with arousal and need. The idea of being silenced and reduced to nothing but sensation is too much for you to bear. Mrs. Grace smiles wickedly at your response before roughly pulling the gag between your teeth, fitting it snugly behind your head. With her free hand, she finds purchase on your hip and uses it to thrust deeper still into you as she begins to climax, her body shuddering with release as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Her movements grow increasingly erratic and powerful, each thrust driving the air from your lungs until all you can do is lay there, gasping for breath through the restricted opening of the gag. She continues to ride you hard, their skin slapping together in time with their heavy breaths and laboured gasps. Finally, she pulls out with a satisfied groan, her cock twitching as it leaves your body.

With shaking hands, Mrs. Grace reaches down and releases the chastity cage from your aching cock, finally allowing you the freedom to stroke yourself to completion. As you both catch your breath, she smirks at you through her satisfied grin before leaning in close once more and whispering huskily against your ear: "That was fun... but remember

But... I think we can both agree that this has been rather intense. Perhaps some time apart, to cool down and recharge, would be best for everyone involved. Don't you agree? After all, I wouldn't want you to feel pressured into doing anything you aren't comfortable with..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she watches the conflict play out across your features.

She leans in closer still, their bodies inches apart once more despite the gulf of emotions between them. "Maybe," she continues softly, her breath warm against your neck, "I could give you some time... if you promised to come back... when you were ready." Her fingers brush lightly over the chastity cage again before coming to rest atop your exposed cock, tentatively stroking.

The tension in the room seems to build once more as they stare into each other's eyes, searching for some sign of what the other truly wants... and whether they can find a way forward together. The air feels thick with anticipation; it could go either way.

Mrs. Grace looks at you expectantly, her expression giving nothing away as she waits for your answer. Lila's arrival is swift and efficient, and she scoops you up without a word, carrying you bridal style to Mrs. Grace's room. The entire time, Lila's gaze darts back and forth between the two of you, her expression a mixture of curiosity and concern.

As they disappear into Mrs. Grace's room with you still held securely in Lila's arms, the door closes quietly behind them. The silence that follows is deafening, thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. Your heart races, your breath catches in your throat as you wonder what Mrs. Grace will decide... and whether you can live with either choice.