If You Give A Mouse A Cookie...
I made every hour a constant reminder of what you couldn't have. I had you sleeping in handcuffs, to keep you thinking of me on those lonely nights - but then, that was before I had you move in with me permanently. Then you slept on the floor, right beneath the foot of my bed, tied up in whatever fashion I felt like experimenting with that day. I'd wake you sometimes by blowing straight into your little cage, or by grabbing your balls and squeezing, listening to you yelp and moan. Some days I'd let you in the bed with me, knowing it would be even more difficult for you to sleep with my warm, soft body pressed up against your plastic cage.
And during the day, your ass would be plugged all the time. I fixed up a locking harness, and whenever you wanted to go to the bathroom you had to call me and beg me to come and let you out - and of course, you couldn't even milk yourself to stop the throbbing ache in your balls. And that little collar! You'd never know when the next shock to the balls would come, but you knew it would hurt. I don't know if you knew this, but if anything metal touches that cage or the lock, it goes off - there's no clipping it off!
But you wouldn't try that, would you? You just let your balls get heavier and heavier, while your penis swelled more and more against that little prison, aching with lust.
Lust and pain, every day, every night.