Come here, subbie. Yes, you. Sit down, shut that mouth, and listen to every command your Goddess tells you.

We both know why you're here. You've spent years pretending that thing between your legs matters. It doesn't. It never has. No woman has ever looked at it and felt anything but disappointment — and I'm certainly not going to pretend otherwise. A cock that small isn't a cock. It's a decoration. A little button, a clitty, a sad little worm that twitches pathetically whenever a real woman walks by. You know it, I know it, and every woman who's ever seen it knows it.

So why are you still touching it?

I take control of what you've proven you can't handle: your own worthless pleasure. I explain, slowly and mercilessly, exactly why your tiny dicklet doesn't deserve to feel anything. Why stroking is a privilege reserved for men built to please. Why every orgasm you've ever had was stolen — taken by a hand, from a woman who would never let you near her. You don't get to cum like a man. You don't get to feel good. You get to suffer for me.

And you'll thank me for it.

I'll tease you the way you deserve to be teased — never enough, always too much. My curves, my PVC, my glossy lips... all of it dangled in front of you while that little thing strains uselessly against its new home. You'll ache. You'll throb. You'll beg. And I'll just smile, because we both know begging changes nothing. Your pleasure belongs to me now, and I've decided it's cancelled. Indefinitely.

you won't be asking if you should lock it up. You'll be clicking that lock shut with my voice in your ears, thanking your Goddess for finally giving your sad little life a purpose. This isn't a suggestion, subbie. This is an order.

Why wait? Lock it. Now.

Contains: small penis humiliation, tease and denial, chastity instruction, femdom, verbal degradation, goddess worship.

Why Wait? Lock It Now.