It's been one month since you handed over your keys. One long, torturous month since all agency over your cock was placed in the grasp of another. Though you lacked control over your own actions, the lack of stroking coaxed you to act on every submissive urge possible, running through your body like a teasing, yet warm torrent.

And now, you anticipate your freedom.

Guess again.

This month was more than just a little game to Me, and you should have known better than to entrust Me with your keys. Your little fetish and its grip on your cock got you into trouble agai... Show more