If You Give A Mouse A Cookie...
Poor baby. You'll never have access to this... the only time you'll ever be fucking me is when we "consummate" the marriage with a strap-on. Don't get me wrong: it WILL be the hottest sex of your life. You just won't find release in it.
See, I've taken a lot from you these last six months. But now I've taken away one thing more: hope. Hope that one day, you'll be released, that one day all that I've taken can be restored to you. Hope that you'll ever spurt that nasty load again.
And that's not the end of it. Oh no. I hope you're ready for a wild ride, honey. Because I haven't even begun to stop taking from you.
I did promise you relief, though, didn't I? Well, we already discussed this. Now that you're my fiance, you'll have access to certain avenues of relief that I never allowed you before. Go get the strapon from off of my nightstand, sweetie - I'm not taking the gag and cuffs off, so you'll have to get creative. Once you've got it you can kneel down right there and bend over. It's time for your first real fucking of our relationship.
I really thought you knew how this story ended. If you give a mouse a cookie...