I picked up this cute little red device to hide all of your manhood, and you don’t need that useless thing anyway. I’ll show you how to put it on, and then remind you that I have the keys. My playful voice will joke as I make light of your dependence, but don’t be fooled. I could choose to never send those keys back, or I could send them late just to make you wait and beg.
Picture yourself locked, needy, desperate for a release I control. I’ll describe every cruel possibility with a smile as you squirm. The suspense of not knowing how long you’ll stay restrained is delicious, and I’ll savor watching you unravel.