Leather Stud Underwear

Curtis knew he was fucked the moment Mariah's footsteps stopped outside their Parisian hotel room. He'd been jerking off to porn on his phone again, directly violating her explicit command from this morning. The door handle turned with deliberate slowness.

"Don't move," she said quietly, catching him with his cock still in his hand, the phone displaying exactly what he'd been watching. Her voice carried that deadly calm that made his blood freeze.

Curtis scrambled to pull up his pants, stammering excuses, but Mariah simply stared at him with those piercing dark eyes. No shouting. No immediate punishment. Just that terrifying silence that meant his disobedience had crossed a line.

"Mariah, I can explain—"

She turned and walked out without a word, leaving him sitting there with his heart hammering against his ribs. This was worse than any spanking or denial she'd ever imposed. The unknown punishment hanging over his head made his stomach churn with dread.

Twenty minutes felt like hours before she returned, carrying a sleek black bag. Curtis watched her set it on the bed with ceremonial precision, his mouth going dry as she pulled out straps and buckles made of rich brown leather.

"Strip," she commanded, her voice cutting through his paralyzed silence.

His hands trembled as he shed his clothes, already knowing resistance was futile. Mariah had moved beyond anger into something far more decisive. She held up the contraption, and Curtis saw how the shoulder straps connected to a waistband with an unmistakable pouch at the crotch.

"Since you can't control yourself," she said, adjusting the metal snaps on the shoulder straps, "I'll do it for you."

The leather felt cool against his skin as she fitted the harness over his shoulders, the straps framing his chest like a declaration of ownership. She buckled the waistband snugly around his hips, then guided his cock and balls into the leather pouch with businesslike efficiency.

"This stays on until I decide you've learned your lesson," she announced, securing the final strap. The pouch held him firmly, preventing any possibility of touching himself. "Every time you think about disobeying me, you'll remember who owns your cock."

Curtis tested the fit instinctively, finding no give in the leather prison. His shaft began to swell with arousal, only to be contained completely by the unforgiving material.

Mariah stepped back to admire her work, her lips curving into a satisfied smile. "Perfect. Now you look exactly like what you are—my property."

• Material: Leather
• Color: Black
• Dimensions:
  Length: 29.53" - 36.61"
  Waistline: 42.91" - 48.43"