It Was Always Your Choice
And your hair. You're not going to like it very much, when that hair sticks in your belt and gets yanked about. You'll have to shave your cock and balls, shave them clean and carefully every night so that nothing gets snagged that doesn't have to. The act is so humiliating that you'll think of me immediately. Your razor will bump up against the device, and it will be like a little vibrator had just been applied, and you'll think of me then, too.
When you choose to go to the bathroom, you'll have to sit down to be comfy, and unless it ends up fitting extraordinarily well it's going to take some effort to keep your urine from bouncing around in there. You'll have to position the device, concentrate on it, and when you do you'll have to think about why the device is there at all and that will arouse you, and when that happens you'll have even more trouble at achieving what was once the most mundane of necessary tasks. And every stream that comes out will cause pressure, friction, and pleasure and then you'll think of me.
No matter how good you are at keeping your own fluids out of the thing, you'll have to keep it clean, and since you're not able to remove it it won't be so easy. Every day in the shower you'll have to stick a toothbrush in there, squishing aside your cockhead to get at all the precum soaked plastic. And there will be the smallest stimulation as you do so, and you'll think of me.