Hubby is wrapped inside a black nylon body bag, tightly restrained with rope bondage that keeps him completely in place. I am dressed in a tight black shiny dress, patent leather boots, and My glasses, embodying cold authority and elegance. I come beside him and push a ball gag into his mouth, slowly licking the gag to tease him further and remind him how powerless he is beneath me. Afterwards, I remove my boots and begin teasing him with my nylon-covered feet and legs, dragging them slowly across his body. I turn around to tease him with My arse as well, enjoying the frustration building inside him while he remains trapped and restrained with his little dicklet soft. Exactly as expected after years locked in chastity. There is no disappointment in Me, only amusement. His body has finally accepted its purpose. No longer a sexual being, only an obedient object existing for My pleasure and entertainment. I take out the Doxy and begin pleasuring Myself in front of him, enjoying every wave of pleasure while he watches helplessly from inside the body bag. His useless little dicklet remains impotent, and of course he understands what that means now. He can only ever be My cuckold. I climax intensely with the Doxy while he remains denied and forgotten beneath Me. Once I am finished, I calmly announce his new role: no more sexual attention, no more illusions, no more importance. From now on, he is nothing more than a small piece of furniture in My life.
