F/m Day Seven

A whole week has gone by already. Seven whole days without access to your dick. How time flies when I'm having fun. I bet it's felt like longer to you though, boi.

I think I deserve a bit of a celebration. Let me pour myself a glass of champagne while you shake your bound cock for me. Let the lock flop around so you can feel the weight. That's it.

I don't want you forgetting you're locked up or getting used to it.