You were annoying Me. Again. It was a session like any other, you were going on and on about your cock and your desire. I’d tuned out five minutes after the session started, I wasn’t interested. You were droning on and I’d had enough. I snapped. So the next sentence you say along the lines of ‘I just can’t help touching myself’, that was enough. You’re not getting your way anymore. Now, every time you come in, you will have tasks. Structure. You’ve given in to your desires for so long that I’m not sure you know what you like anymore. So you’re going to stop masturbating. Your cock will now belong to Me. You will be chaste. I’m going to … ‘help’ with your debauchery.