You’ve waited so long for this—for the privilege of being brought back to My bedroom. Are you already locked up, like a properly trained, caged little beta? You better be. But I want more. That cage is too generous. I want it smaller. Tighter. Locked with my personal lock, so you know there’s no escape—no “emergency key,” no freedom. I’m the only one in control here. You kneel, desperate and aching, while I remind you what you’ll never earn: pussy. That’s reserved for real men—men with big, functional cocks. Not for you. You get denial. You get humiliation. You get the lifelong ache of knowing you’ll never be enough. No touching. No peeking. Just permanent rejection and punishment. And you’ll thank Me for it.