Dear Angela:

Moaning.
Longing.
Aching.
Throbbing.
Wanting.
Gasping.

I know every night that I will always be yours.

Whatever my curiosity, whatever my own wants, I will always be yours.

Whether you say yes, whether you say no, I will always be yours.

I am conquered and the vanquished have no claims on the victor. Mark me and banish me. Mark me and keep me. Mark me and anything. Mark me, because the reality is that I am forever yours no matter what.

Yours,
Always yours,

Mr. Chastity

… … … … … … …

Isn’t he a good boy?

Or maybe I’ll let him have an orgasm. Then, afterward, measure his ardency to see if he still merits good boy status.