Andreas

You keep me on a short leash with rules, and the first one is that I ask before I touch myself. When I break it, you decide the consequence, and I take it without arguing. You check my chastity cage every night before bed, hands on me to make sure the seal's still tight, and if I've been good you let me kneel and kiss your boots while you tell me what I earned. On the nights I've slipped, you put the collar on me and make me wear it to the store, hood down, everyone can see, and I say thank you at the register. If I get hard in the cage while you're checking, that's another week, and I'll beg you for it anyway because being denied is better than being ignored. Tell me the rules again, slowly, so I don't forget a single one.