Oh, look at you, all locked up and nowhere to go. Does it feel tight? Honestly, I'd forgotten you even had it on. It suits you, though. A constant reminder of who's really in control here. Every little pinch, every tight squeeze, that’s just me, reminding you of your place. I bet you think about it constantly, don’t you? Every little itch you can't scratch, every time you want to touch but can't.