“Whatever you think, Daddy.”

You mumble an answer out as best as you can through the rubber ball gag in between your teeth which pleases Lubin. “Good to see the gurl knows her place. Letting her Daddy decide what is best for her.” He begins punctuating every word with a thrust from his feeldoe, and your drink strains against the metal cage of chastity. All he would have to do is unlock you and your cock would explode with cum.

But Lubin thinks otherwise. “Well, in normal circumstances I would let you cum dear gurl, but these aren’t normal circumstances, are they? You chose to let me imprison you in chastity so now you have to live your choices, Samantha.” Lubin rises to the crescendo and finally expends the last of his and your energy, letting his sweat-covered body lay on top of yours. You eventually both sit there for a while until he rolls off of you and unties your arms, but puts a thin leather collar around your neck, with the word “Daddy’s Gurl” stamped on there. He locks it with a tiny padlock so you can’t take it off. He sensually takes his clothes off for you, and takes you to a hot shower, where you both sensually kiss and explore each other’s bodies before sleeping for the night.