Locked Cocks (and the men who miss them)

I know how hard it is for you. I don't mean difficult. *wink* To have your playtoy locked up in a cage like that. Yearning...straining...aching for release. But release never cums does it? (and neither do you!) Maybe if you could have kept your filty hands off of it when I told you to, things would be different. Maybe you wouldn't have found yourself locked up in a CB 6000, dreaming of release. (both kinds!)

I saw the excitement on your face when I told you what I was ordering. You thought I'd be "reasonable" (your words, not mine) Well guess what honey? I AM being reasonable. You just haven't figured that out yet. I love how attentive you've become, and how eager to please. One might have thought, since you called yourself a sub, that would have just come naturally.

But some sluts are harder to train than others. And some boys just can't keep their hands off their winkies. But you're learning, aren't you schnookums? Yes, you are. And I think it's just adorable the way you keep trying. How you seem to think that if you could only say or do just the right thing, that maybe...just...maybe...I might set that little thing free.

But sweetie, here's the thing. I like having total control over your cock. I enjoy the pained and hopeful look on your face in the mornings as I prance around the room wearing nothing but a wicked grin. I relish in your agony when I call you in to soap me down while I'm in the bathtub, and I delight in the look on your face when my girlfriends and I have a pool party and I make you oil up each and every one of us. Oh, and by the way, they know. Yep. Every single one of them. And yes, that is why they're always whispering and giggling when you're around.

From now on, when you get the urge to touch it, (but you can't) I want you to repeat over and over, Mistress Avarice Controls My Cock, Mistress Avarice Controls My Cock....repeat until the urge is gone. I know it's not as satisfying as a release, but, it will become more satisfying as time goes on. Soon, you will want nothing more than to serve me (and anyone else I command you to serve) while repeating your special mantra.

You'll get used to it, little one. You'll come (oops! sorry!) get to a point where you don't even miss it. It was just a dangly bit of skin between your legs anyway. Now you can serve me correctly, without the distraction that nasty little thing always gave you. Now crawl over here slut, and thank me properly for saving you from being nothing but a dirty nasty little wanker.

~Mistress Avarice
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