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“Good boy”

I can see it in your eyes—the way you look at me when I move, when I speak, when I brush against you without a second thought. You’re always aware of me, always waiting, always aching.

And that’s exactly how I want you.

Every throb, every ache, every pulse of need that courses through your body—that is devotion. That is your love for me, locked inside you, growing stronger with every passing day. And the longer you stay locked, the deeper that feeling becomes, doesn’t it?

You don’t need release. Not really.

You need this. You need to wake up hard and caged, knowing I did this to you. You need to spend your day distracted, my presence in your mind, my control in your body. You need to feel the ache when I tease you, the frustration when I press against your cage, whispering the things you’ll never get to have.

Because that feeling—that longing—isn’t suffering. It’s worship. It’s love.

And I want you to feel this forever.

I want you to crave me the way the ocean craves the shore—constant, relentless, inevitable. I want you to know that no matter how badly you ache, how deep the need goes, it will never be enough to change my mind.

Because this? This is where you belong.

Locked. Devoted. Longing.