We had such a nice day together. I just want to make sure all of your energy is drained before we go to bed. And you know how I like to have you on your knees. Take your cock out, we’re not having sex tonight. I get to just sit here and your hand gets to do all the work for me. Stroke. Faster. Slower. Faster. Slower. I love fucking with your cock like this. I just like seeing you do what I say. Put your hands behind your back. I don’t think you need much of a reminder, when you’re on your knees and your cock is in your hand and it’s the end of the night, it kinda clicks, doesn’t it? That not only are we not having sex tonight, but you’re not going to be in bed next to me either. Stroke again. But where am I going to put you after this? After you’ve orgasmed, you’re all tired and you’ve cleaned up your mess and make sure that my bed is ready… where am I going to put you? There’s plenty of room under my bed. That way you’re still nice and close so that if I get excited at any point in the night, and I need to provide some relief for myself, at least you can hear it. You can at least feel the bed moving. Or maybe in the closet? Take your hands off. See how quick that was. Somebody doesn’t want to be put in the closet tonight, do they? Stroke again. Nice and fast. You’re going to ruin your orgasm at the end of this, and if you don’t, then you’re going in your least favorite cage. I know, I’m sorry honey, but I just want to see you ruin yourself and to make sure that that happens, if you don’t, that cage in the basement has your name on it. And if you don’t ruin yourself, you don’t get a blanket and it’s pretty cold out. Slow down. I want you to last, at least for a little while. Tell me where you want to slumber tonight and maybe I’ll take your opinion into consideration. Why don’t you just show me with your actions? Ruin yourself. Take your hands off. I want you to last. You’re getting too excited. Put your hand back on. What are you doing? I’m letting you stroke. Why aren’t you stroking? Faster. I know you wanna be locked under my bed tonight. I know you wanna be as close as you can be without actually being next to me. Promise me that you’re going to ruin yourself. Show me that you deserve to be under my bed. Get closer and closer. Get to the edge… take your fucking hands off. Don’t cum yet. Good boy. Now build up again. I want you to get just as close this time. And… stop. Not yet. Say, ‘Please, please Lucid let me slumber under your bed’. Faster. Beg me. But don’t fucking cum. Tell me that you want to slumber under my bed again. Promise me that you’re going to ruin yourself. Good boy. Should I let you have your ruined orgasm? You know what the consequences are if you don’t ruin it. Basement. Caged. Locked. Separate. Cold. You wanna slumber under my bed.. there you go. Get as close as you possibly can without going over.. take your hand off. Did you make a mess yet? Are you ruined? Have you earned your spot underneath my bed? Or is somebody going to the cage in the basement all alone? You wanna be under my bed, you wanna hear me in the middle of the night when I get myself off. There’s quite a mess on the floor. You’re gonna clean it and I’m going to get ready for bed and you’re gonna make sure it’s all ready for me. And then you get locked up right where you belong, like a good boy.
