I can’t stop thinking about you in chastity. Not because it’s impressive or noble, but because it’s pathetic. The idea of you, sitting there, your cock stuffed into a little metal cage, squirming and useless—it’s hilarious. You’re so desperate to please me, aren’t you? So desperate for attention, validation, just the tiniest sliver of approval. And what do you get? A locked-up cock and my mocking laughter. I bet every time you feel it pressing against you, you think of me. You think of how I control your pathetic little dick and, by extension, your entire existence.

I can’t stop thinking about you in chastity. Not because it’s impressive or noble, but because it’s pathetic. The idea of you, sitting there, your cock stuffed into a little metal cage, squirming and useless—it’s hilarious. You’re so desperate to please me, aren’t you? So desperate for attention, validation, just the tiniest sliver of approval. And what do you get? A locked-up cock and my mocking laughter. I bet every time you feel it pressing against you, you think of me. You think of how I control your pathetic little dick and, by extension, your entire existence.