How proud are you for beating your personal best ‘locked up cock record’ and holding back orgasm all. for. ME? What was your favorite part? The mind fucking, the tease and denial, or being instructed to publicly broadcasting your humiliation all over social media?

Do you think I am going to reward you with an orgasm? That would only be the fair thing to do before I lock you in your nub cage. But do I ever play fair? Will my whore fuck wifey? Will whore cum? Or will whore be left in suspense at my mercy?


You’ve just fucked yourself, didn’t you? And not in a good way. You admitted to me you’ve gone longer locked and without release. So I’m not going to give you one.

I am however going to allow you to take that cage off but only for a little breather.

How does it feel to be able to grow without that crippling pressure of those metal bars after so many days locked under my control? But it comes with a hefty humiliation price tag. What shall I have my little slut doing for me tonight to occupy your time and to entertain me? You’ll have to watch to find out.

So much tease and so much denial. It’s exactly what you need. And the best part is locking your frustrated throbbing dicklet back up for me at the very end.

What do you think the price of being born with a dick is? There’s a cum tax for every orgasm. There’s a fee for every hard on. The pleasure you feel is derived from financial sacrifice because you always have to pay to stroke. Stroking for me isn’t free. I can touch myself freely all day long and you can only stroke yourself at a cost. It’s expensive owning a dick. Go tribute me with a pre-cum tax and then watch me tease the fuck out of you before ultimately denying you.

Do you realize how mind numbingly easy boys are to control?

You make it so stupid easy for me. You goon and you drool. You can’t help yourself. So pathetic. You’re mind fucking your own self to me. Keep edging, keep stroking. Always chasing my sweet release.

You’re the one who can’t stop masturbating but you want me to take responsibility for it? You’re the one who can’t stop stroking and yet you blame me for it? Why would you blame me? An I enabling you?