Tis the Season for Tease & Denial

Description: As the crisp autumn air whispers secrets of restraint, the seasons of self-denial unfold. 'locktober' shackles the cock, 'no-nut november' withholds the sweet release, and 'debtcember' drains the pockets of desire. but in this winter of discontent, i, your mistress, shall reign supreme. my body, a temple of tease, beckons you to surrender. every curve, a cruel reminder of what you can never have. every whisper, a whispered promise of denial. your desperation grows, a vulnerable flower, nurtured by my merciless touch. the world may be frozen in abstinence, but in my domain, the fire of frustration burns bright. so lock that cock in a tight cage, and lock your mind in a prison of mental chastity. for in this season of denial, the only rule is: no touching while i tease.