The greatest form of submission in My eyes is and always has been chastity. I am a firm believer that there isn’t a better way to show complete loyalty to your Mistress than to give up cumming. Think about it, allowing yourself to be pushed to the brink of mind blowing release and then, teetering on that edge, giving Me the power to snatch you from it. Singularly, there is no bigger loss of control than to lose the ability to pleasure yourself. No better way to know that when you look at Me, I am the one who is truly and inarguably running the show. It’ll turn you into such a simpering whiner too. You would beg Me everyday for the chance to cum but even then you wouldn’t want it. Every time your cock would pound in your pants like a war drum you’d know that you were serving Me. Don’t think for a moment that your Mistress would take it easy on you either. I’d tease you constantly, appealing to all of your lesser sensibilities. While you are holding your cum inside I’d make your slave tongue worship every inch of My body while your cock threatens to explode in your pants. When your balls tighten up with the beating of your own organics, I’ll laugh. You’ll become nothing more than a drooling pervert in My hands. Even more than that though, you are only going to further entrench yourself in your submission to Me. The real beauty of it all though is actually quite simple slave. There won’t be a thing that you can do to stop Me. I am going to keep you hard all of the time. There won’t be a minute in the day when you aren’t thinking of shooting your slave goo all over the room. After the first week or two though you won’t even have to keep yourself hard. You cock will do that on its own. Every pretty woman that you look at will drive you up the wall. Every minute will feel like hours as you fantasize about things that you’ve never even noticed about women before. You’ll even have to maintain a constant vigil even in your sleep so that you won’t shoot your load during on of your perverted dreams. You’ll be in the best shape of your life though, with your heart and hard on racing all of the time there is no way that you’ll be lethargic anymore, ever. That will really help My house look nicer quicker when I have you playing houseboy. I’ll make you say My name over and over again when you feel like you can’t take anymore. Sitting in your room or in the shower with all of that hot water just seeming to magically know what parts of you to drip off of to send you into frenzy and you’ll want to squeeze and beat your dick so badly that you can’t even see straight, that’s when you’ll say it. “ Victoria … Victoria …” like some kind of a mantra until, for your Mistress, you can somehow find the will to press on. The sun would only be just starting though. I’d make you call Me on Keen to confess to Me ever bad though that you had that day. You’d hear my honeyed but firm seductive voice in your ear crooning and punishing you at the same time just in its sweetness. I’d push you, mesmerized, almost over the edge making you tell Me just how badly you want to jerk off and tease you with the thought that I just might let you and a single “but you are being such a good boy” would leave you quaking but wantonly desperate to please Me. I’d sit and listen to your confessions and knowing you were doing all of this just to please Me would get Me excited. It would make Me want to push you further, helplessly addicted to every order that comes out of My mouth. I wouldn’t ease up one bit. You’d hang on every word and we would be closer in those moments than you ever could have been if you weren’t serving Me that way. You’d know it with every waking moment and every time you woke up in a cold sweat with your cock standing like a garden statue begging you to touch it. You would be My very special boy though. I have to admit, I’d take a lot of vested interest in how you were being trained. You wouldn’t have to clamber for attention the way My other slaves do. I’d always have time to pay attention to you. As long as you stay a “good boy” that is. Eventually though you’ll get used to it. You won’t feel the constant need to cum and your desire to please Me won’t be any less, it’ll just be a lot easier for you to manage. You’ll start having less and less to tell Me when you call. Your dirty little thoughts will slowly become cleaner and cleaner. You’ll be proud then too, having overcome the odds and becoming a perfect little slave. One special night though you will call me and that’s when it will happen. I’ll let you rip off your pants and jerk off like you’ve never jerked off before. You’ll beat it with all of the lube and bells and whistles too, all of those things that no one takes the time to enjoy, but you will take the time and you will enjoy it, a lot. Then I will let you cum. I’ll make you shoot your cum so hard that it hits the ceiling. You’ll scream so loudly that it shakes your room. You’ll cry because it feels so good. Then when you are lying in a pool of your own sweat and thanking Me for the best orgasm you’ve ever had that’s when I’ll let you know. “We’ve only just started and now we can start over My special little slave.