My live-in chattel must clearly understand that I own his dick that I keep locked 24/7. I like to hear the titanium tag with My name rattle about when I kick the cage with My boots. The jeweled chastity key that sits around either My neck or ankle serves as a stark reminder of My ownership of sit. I let his dick out whenever I want, mostly to inflict pain for My amusement. Today is one of those days and My boy starts to get hard as I crop and slap his puny appendix. I own his dick, his mind, his body, and his soul, and I will him for My pleasure. If My property can remain hard as I beat his... Show more