Would you ever go to a shooting range with me?
Only if you wore panties and a chastity cage.
Like I'd want anything else…
They'll be pink, with lace, and silky fabric that feels good against your ass. You will wish your cock could enjoy that silkiness, but alas; the cage. I'll watch you bend over to shoot and I'll grab your ass, helping you enjoy that pink loveliness. It will be a miracle if you hit the center of the target.
Oh, my God….
That constrained feeling of your cock will almost be painful, but you'll love the idea that it's for me. It will please me. I'll enjoy putting you through the torture of your cock straining against the cage, only allowed so much excitement.
Despite the panties. Despite the knowledge that I will take you home and bend you over the kitchen table and fuck you long and hard, with a toy that is wide and short, so I can pound into you as hard as I want to. And honey, I will want to.
Oh, Jesus Christ!
I know, right? Is that fucking exciting or what?!
And guess what, handsome? That cage will stay on! Why? Because it pleases me. Because the only way you will come, after taking me to that shooting range, is from me fucking your ass. Put the guns down, bend over that table and I will absolutely plow you, so I hope you'll be ready for it. Your ass will be mine, to do with as I please. That was our agreement if I went to the range with you. Right?
So if you can't get there, so sad, too bad. I will still delight in your moans and gasps, your begging if it gets too intense. I want you writhing, my sweet. I want all those testosterone-fueled walls down while I give you the fucking of your life. I want in. Deep inside you. I want to have a party with your ass.
And then I will pull out of you, drag you to the bedroom and have you on your knees next to the bed. I'm going to play in my wetness and come as loudly as I want. Because fucking you turns me on so much. I'll be close enough for you to inhale my scent.
And your cock will beg you to convince me that I should remove the cage so you can fuck me. You'll know better than to ask, though.
I will, yes…
After I come, I'll put my fingers in your mouth so you can taste me, taste my passion and pleasure.
Sure, I'd love to go to the shooting range with you.