He begged me for release… but it’s not about me anymore, is it? You’re not locked for me. You’re locked for Him. The only thing that makes your cage twitch is that superior Black cock...bigger, darker, realer. I hold the key, but He owns your obsession. Every stroke you’re denied, every ache in that tiny cage… it’s all proof that you’re addicted. And now? That cage isn’t your punishment. It’s your identity. You crave it. You depend on it. You are it. I reprogrammed you into a BBC-obsessed chastity addict. And there’s no turning back. Stroke? No. You're lucky I let you ache.
