Purity Boy

Frida had a new game to play. Her face came within inches of Igor’s.

“You know what would be hot?” she asked. A little smirk crossed his face.

“What?” he asked. Frida took him by the cheeks.

“Seeing how long you can last in chastity,” she said. Igor looked confused.

“Huh?” he asked. She playfully tapped him on the nose.

“I want to see how many days you go without sex,” Frida said. Her finger trailed down to his chest. Igor’s breath hitched in his throat as it trailed lower. She stopped just above his crotch. Frida pulled away her finger as she giggled.

“Aw, can’t handle it?” she asked. Igor drew his mouth closed.

“Why would I want to do that?” he asked. Frida already had an answer for that.

“What is it worth to you?” she asked. The Russian man pulled on his collar and whistled.

“Um… uh… uh…” he stammered out. It didn’t help that Frida kept her eyes locked on him. Igor gulped as he sat up straight.

“Please…” he said. She raised her eyebrow.

“Please?” she asked. Igor tightly shut his eyes.

“Please… fuck me?” he asked. Frida threw back her head and laughed.

“You want me to fuck you?” she asked. He pouted as he nodded. She patted him on the head.

“You are so cute,” Frida cooed. She patted him on the cheek. Igor stared at her, dazed. That was how much power she had over him. The Russian man lowered his eyes.

“Okay,” he mumbled. Frida leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

“Good, puppy,” she cooed. Igor sat there, staring at her as he tried to piece together what just happened.

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So here he was. Where did Frida get a chastity cage? Somehow, he shouldn’t be surprised. She was the one who locked him in, after all.

“So… how long am I supposed to keep this on?” Igor asked. He probably shouldn’t have asked that. Frida took a moment to think.

“How long do you think you can last?” she asked. Igor stared at her with wide eyes. She was serious about this. His face burned.

“Five days?” he asked. Why was he acting like this? The Russian man had years of practice of being suave and cheeky. (At least in his mind.) But this…

Frida gently tapped him on the nose.

“You are so cute,” she said. The woman leaned in close to her toy’s right ear. “I don’t think you can last long.” Igor breathed in heavily through. Was that how they were going to play it? There was no way that he was going to let her win that easily. He gave her a hard look.

“Fine,” he said.

“Hm?” his mistress asked. A small smirk crossed his face.

“I accept your challenge,” Igor said. “If I win, then I get to fuck you any way that I want!” Frida cocked her head to the side.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” she asked.

“Yes!” the Russian man blurted out. He hadn’t noticed how close to his face Frida had gotten. Her dark red lips curved into a little smirk.

“And what do I get if you lose?” she asked. Igor froze. He hadn’t thought far ahead. The Russian man tried to think on his feet. He gulped and lifted his chin.

“You can pick out whatever you want to do to me,” he said at last. His voice faltered as he spoke. He fought to keep his bravado up, but that was starting to fall apart in real time. Would she even buy this?

Frida licked her lips.

“I accept your terms,” she said. She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Frida giggled. Igor licked his lips, but they were so dry. He broke out into a cold sweat as his shirt felt so much tighter on his body. When did it get so hot in her room? Knowing Frida, she was going to torture him the whole way too. Five days of being locked into chastity and no sex with this hot-looking woman teasing him with no mercy. Igor tightly shut his eyes and shook his head. He was about to ask himself why he would put himself through this when he looked down at her figure and the hungry look in her eyes.

Oh, that was right.

Frida broke into a huge, seductive grin. Igor thought he was going to pass out. This sexy woman was going to be the death of him yet.