He’s quite happily single, but he always likes hearing about my slave when we hang out. When I told him I was planning a bit of a surprise, he agreed to help me test out the new equipment for a couple days to work out any issues in advance.
He assures me that over the course of the entire weekend, even arousal fueled creativity didn’t allow him to pleasure himself at all. He’s confident that the new belt will definitely work to keep my slave horny and desperate for as long as I want.
What he doesn’t realize yet is that I don’t actually have a slave. I never have.
Until today, that is.





