Locked, Teased and Owned
You’ve been locked for a while now. Days? Weeks? It doesn’t matter anymore. There’s no release today. No orgasm. No freedom. But there will be tease. I love how you feel inside that cage, the way it swells, aches, strains against the walls. You can jerk the cage. In fact, I want you to jerk the cage like you’re stroking to cum.But every time you touch it, all you feel is cold, hard, cruel metal. You’re learning what it means to be Mine: your manhood locked, your thoughts shackled, your soul wrapped in my prison of leather and chains.
I move sensually, my gloves brushing my skin, my boots shining under the light. You can smell the leather, you can taste my power. The harder I tease you, the tighter it gets. Your body trembles, begging for something you’ll never have. And still, you thank me for it. Because there’s freedom under my control, pleasure in my denial, devotion in your frustration. You should be proud to ache for me, to stay locked, to stay desperate. It’s a privilege to be denied by Goddess Valerie.
Good boys stay locked. Good boys stay frustrated.