Chastity

Kara puts her hands on her shapely hips, her breasts thrusting out as you find yourself mentally undressing her.

“C is for Chastity,” she announces, as she looks down at your penis, standing to attention.

“It can be so hard,” she says, “so it looks like you’ll need some help.” She looks around the room, then yells “Proty!” calling for her protoplasmic pet.

A second later, the pink creature appears, scurries over the floor and scrambles up your leg, forming a gleaming chrome shield over your genitals.

“Don’t worry, your mistress can still touch you,” Kara says, as she walks over to you, and her hand starts to stroke your cock, Proty going soft and gossamer thin so that you can feel her every touch, making you harder still. “However," she says, withdrawing her hand, "you can’t touch it.” She looks at you, and gestures for you to go ahead and try. You reach for your cock, but Proty goes rigid over it, forming an impenetrable barrier.

“It’s going to be so frustrating for you,” she tells you. “I’m going to make you want this hot bod of mine so so bad, day after day after month after year. No release for you, as I devise ever new ways to taunt and tease and turn you on.” Her hand ruffles her blonde hair and then she pins you down and starts to rub her perfect body against you. “It’ll just get worse for you as every moment of every endless day, I’ll be here with you, pressing myself against you, whispering in your ear what I want you to do to me, making you more and more horny, so that I’m all you can think of, as you lie awake at night, my nubile naked body next to yours, your balls so blue and swollen.”