All the usual clips about gooning, you watch them relentlessly, eyes wide and lost. But you? You take it further. You lock yourself up, caged and denied, because deep down, you know you don’t deserve to stroke. It’s your way of proving your devotion, isn’t it?

The more you edge your mind with thoughts of Me, the deeper you sink into that state—mouth open, eyes glazed, dick twitching with need. It’s overwhelming, feeling that relentless pulse and knowing full well that release is out of reach. The cage keeps you in check, and My voice keeps you spiraling.

You’re Mine, and t...

All the usual clips about gooning, you watch them relentlessly, eyes wide and lost. But you? You take it further. You lock yourself up, caged and denied, because deep down, you know you don’t deserve to stroke. It’s your way of proving your devotion, isn’t it?

The more you edge your mind with thoughts of Me, the deeper you sink into that state—mouth open, eyes glazed, dick twitching with need. It’s overwhelming, feeling that relentless pulse and knowing full well that release is out of reach. The cage keeps you in check, and My voice keeps you spiraling.

You’re Mine, and there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. Your desperation feeds Me, and you love knowing this is exactly where I want you—locked up, gooning, knowing you don’t deserve the privilege to touch.