It's been three weeks of nonstop chastity teasing for my boy and me. If we're going to continue for another week and a half, it's time to change things up and spend a little of his cash to keep it fresh and exciting. So I whisked him away for a mini chastity getaway and donned a new Thistle & Spire Cirsi set that's even softer than my bare skin.  Once he's buried under me, his cock straining in the cage is as purple as my lingerie. I slow things down. I take my tiiiiiiiime. Teasing him, facesitting him, unlocking him. I walk him through all the different ways in which he's experiencing me in the moment. How the sheer netting feels on his face. How my nails tap on the cage and slide against his taut skin. How my ass and pussy smell, covering him completely. How I taste, when he's permitted to lick. How he tastes after he's dripping and I ask him to open wide. How my voice excites him, even muffled through my thighs around his ears. How the coconut oil slaps when my thigh collides with his groin. Visually, though? That's why we're recording it. He's too subbed out to absorb it in the moment, to take it all in -- the beauty of chastity.