Author: Mistress Azralynn

 If you want me in your life, sacrifice your orgasms to me, lock your cock, and hand me the key. You will never come again for the rest of your life.

Agree now, or watch me leave forever.

Hey, Warden. Yeah, we’re processing this new inmate right now, but he’s in kind of a weird situation. He showed up wearing a chastity cage. He said his ex locked him in it before the sentencing as some kind of payback.

Yeah, it’s very sturdy. Well made. No, there’s no chance of anyone taking it apart and using it as a weapon. It’s stuck on there for good.

The prison doc said a hospital could remove it if we wanted, but there’s no actual medical need to remove it. She emphasized that she would be happy to medically certify the device. And that he could serve his entire sentence wearing that thing. Three to five years.

Here, I’m sending you a pic. It’s a perfect fit for him, right? Looks kinda cute.

Yeah, that’s my thinking too. A hospital transfer is a ton of paperwork after all. As long as he promises to behave and not cause any trouble about wearing his little cage. I’ll just send him to the women’s wing and call it a day.

They’re gonna make him their bitch. Unless he wants to be moved to the men’s wing, he’ll shut up about it and serve his time.

Thanks, Warden, sounds good. My lunch break is coming up, so I’m gonna find an empty cell now and try out the prison’s new boy toy.

Remember, slave boy:

For every 100 orgasms that you’ve given me using your tongue, you’ll get one orgasm in return.

Until you’ve reached your goal, your chastity belt remains locked and you’re not allowed to touch my boobs.

Every time you fail to make me cum or touch my forbidden body parts, the counter resets.

Now, go down on me and earn your first credit notes. You can cuff your hands behind your back if it makes you feel safer.

Aww, that was too easy. One peek, and you agreed to one more month.

Happy Locktober!

Don’t freak out in the morning.

Everything is exactly as it’s supposed to be.

Remember: you are not allowed to masturbate this month.

Now, get dressed and be useful.

Real men don’t know what Locktober is… but you do, don’t you?

Punch yourself in the balls!

Come on, bitch, you can hit way harder than that!

Punch yourself in the balls one last time, REALLY fucking hard!

Good boy.