You're locked up... and I love that for you. I love knowing that your pleasure is restrained, controlled, caged. It tells me exactly what kind of submissive you are. Loyal. Obedient. Helplessly devoted. And I’ve decided that your pleasure is best kept... restrained. Denied. Controlled. Owned. Every ache you feel? That’s a reminder that you belong to me. Every throb? It’s proof that you need this. That the cage is doing its job perfectly. Conditioning you into being my chaste little slut.
