PandorasPastime

I love my collection.

Every morning I walk past and smile, all of those little keys hanging in a row. Running my fingers over them brings a smile to my lips and I know the power is mine; the control is mine, they way it should be. I enjoy tormenting and denying men.

The why doesn’t truly matter. What matters is the power exchange once you lock that padlock around your device rendering that cock useless. What matters is taking the first step into the fantasy, embracing who and what you are. You’re a creature that needs the discipline that craves the denial. A creature that needs to be reminded of his place, someone who needs to serve.

Be a part of my collection.

I will be the reason you toss and turn in your sleep, the reason your balls ache as the days pass, I will be the reason that you run to your mail day in and out hoping that there is some slim chance I have sent your key for release. You will do your best to please me, you will soon come to realize you need to belong to my collection.

Chastity is a addiction, as necessary as breathing, once you understand what it means to be properly denied you can never be without.