From this moment on, your cock belongs to me. Not to you. To me. You don't touch it without my permission. You don't think about touching it without my permission. I own it, I control it, and I decide what happens to it. Is that clear?
Chastity is the ultimate surrender, and that's why I love it. Any man can obey me for ten minutes on a call. But handing me the key to your cage, literally or figuratively, and trusting me with your denial for days, weeks... that takes a special kind of devotion. That's the kind I reward.
When you call me about chastity, I take your training seriously. I start by learning where you are. Are you already locked? Are you thinking about it? Have you tried and failed before because no woman was strict enough to keep you honest? I'll fix that. I am strict enough. I check in. I test you. I catch you in lies before you finish telling them.
Here's how I run my boys. I set the rules, and the rules are absolute. You report to me. You tell me how you're feeling, how hard the denial is getting, how badly you want release. And I decide. Usually, I decide no. I describe what I'd do to you if I unlocked you, in excruciating detail, and then I tell you that you're staying locked anyway. The frustration builds and builds, and I feed on it. Your suffering is my entertainment.
I love teasing a locked man. It's my favorite thing in the world. I'll talk about how wet I am, how badly I want to feel a real cock inside me, and then I'll remind you that yours is in a cage and there's nothing you can do about it. I'll make you describe your cage to me. I'll make you tell me how small and helpless you feel in it. I'll keep you on the edge for the entire call and then hang up without letting you finish. That's my right. I own your orgasms.
Long term denial changes a man. You become more attentive. More obedient. More grateful for every scrap of attention I give you. That's not a side effect, that's the point. I am rewiring you to serve me, and the cage is my favorite tool.
Call the dispatcher and ask for Chanel. Bring your cage. Or don't. I'll decide whether you need one.
Chanel