As the crisp autumn air whispers secrets of restraint, the seasons of self-denial unfold. 'Locktober' shackles the cock, 'No-Nut November' withholds the sweet release, and 'Debtcember' drains the pockets of desire. But in this winter of discontent, I, your Mistress, shall reign supreme. My body, a temple of tease, beckons you to surrender. Every curve, a cruel reminder of what you can never have. Every whisper, a whispered promise of denial. Your desperation grows, a vulnerable flower, nurtured by my merciless touch. The world may be frozen in abstinence, but in my domain, the fire of frust...

As the crisp autumn air whispers secrets of restraint, the seasons of self-denial unfold. 'Locktober' shackles the cock, 'No-Nut November' withholds the sweet release, and 'Debtcember' drains the pockets of desire. But in this winter of discontent, I, your Mistress, shall reign supreme. My body, a temple of tease, beckons you to surrender. Every curve, a cruel reminder of what you can never have. Every whisper, a whispered promise of denial. Your desperation grows, a vulnerable flower, nurtured by my merciless touch. The world may be frozen in abstinence, but in my domain, the fire of frustration burns bright. So lock that cock in a tight cage, and lock your mind in a prison of mental chastity. For in this season of denial, the only rule is: NO TOUCHING while I TEASE.