Mmm, look at you—my little aroma-addicted cuckold, squirming in the chastity cage I’ve kept locked for three long, aching months. You’ve been leaking like a broken faucet, craving release, dreaming of my permission… and today I’m feeling generous. But make no mistake—this isn’t a gift, it’s a lesson. You’re going to edge for me exactly how I say: slowly, methodically, desperately. Every time a drop of precum escapes that pathetic, twitching nub, you’ll lick it up—seven times. Seven times you’ll swallow your own shame before you earn your orgasm. And when you do finally beg, gasping, lost in your lust and the haze of scent, I’ll be there to whisper your new sentence: six more months locked. No exceptions. You’ll count every load of cum you clean from my pussy, and you’ll swallow every drop from real men—tallying up each filthy serving until you’ve devoured a full liter of their seed. Only then, when your belly is seasoned with humiliation and your mind fully broken, will I consider unlocking you again. Until then, sissy? Keep stroking. Keep swallowing. Count your shame.