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This is your Christmas Day, and it belongs to me. I tell you to lock yourself into chastity before the day even begins and you stay that way through every single plan you have. I don’t care who you’re around or where you go. You smile, socialize, and behave while knowing exactly what I’ve done to you underneath it all. Every time you notice the cage, that little reminder hits again. You’re owned. Controlled. Exactly where you belong beneath me. I tease you about how no one else knows your secret and how humiliating it is that even on Christmas, you don’t get relief or freedom. I make you sit with that awareness all day long, knowing your pleasure isn’t yours and never was. By the end, I remind you this isn’t a punishment. It’s a gift. A full day of denial that proves just how completely you belong to me.