You’re living the fantasy that so many men could only dream of. You wake up each day to your morning wood straining against your cage, unable to do anything about it without the key. You’ve entrusted that responsibility to me, and I hold all power over your privilege to stroke. I wear your small, metal ticket to freedom around my neck as a constant reminder of your predicament, holding the literal key to your pleasure.

You’re living the fantasy that so many men could only dream of. You wake up each day to your morning wood straining against your cage, unable to do anything about it without the key. You’ve entrusted that responsibility to me, and I hold all power over your privilege to stroke. I wear your small, metal ticket to freedom around my neck as a constant reminder of your predicament, holding the literal key to your pleasure.