It's that time again — training month. You know what that means: the cage goes back on. Not just for some of you. All of you. No one gets to decide for himself when he's earned the right to be uncaged; that decision was never yours to make. I own that cock, and you're always at your most obedient the second it's locked away from you.
So here's how this works. You're going to give me three things you need to improve this month — three ways you're going to become a better slave, a better asset, a better addition to my life. Then you earn your discipline. Kneel on rice, bare skin against every grain, focused on nothing but my voice, for ten full minutes, because the ache reminds you exactly who you serve. When that's done, you'll pick a spot — your ass, your back, your nipples, wherever you can reach around that cage — and give yourself fifty strokes with whatever's on hand, repeating with every single one: I belong to you, Goddess. I need you to suffer a little for me this month.
It's the least you can offer.
Locked, disciplined, and completely mine.
