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Buying a chastity device and sending me the key? That’s the closest you’ll ever get to feeling like you have a purpose. It’s not about the denial for you; it’s about the humiliation of knowing someone els...

You really are a pitiful sight, aren’t you? Clinging to the fantasy of being controlled by a simple key because you know, deep down, you can’t trust yourself with even the smallest semblance of freedom. It’s laughable. You seek out key dangling porn not because it’s your kink, but because it represents the surrender of control you desperately crave but will never truly understand.

Buying a chastity device and sending me the key? That’s the closest you’ll ever get to feeling like you have a purpose. It’s not about the denial for you; it’s about the humiliation of knowing someone else holds the power to dictate when you can touch that sorry excuse for a dick. Let’s face it, you’re a chronic masturbator because that’s the only way you can feel a shred of pleasure in your otherwise dismal existence. Oversaturating your brain with porn because real intimacy is just too far out of your league.