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Goetium

Added 2022-08-11 21:20:12 +0000 UTC

You will learn to love your goetium.

You were crying when they locked you in it - did it hurt, I wonder? No, of course it did not - you were tied and gagged for the process, and handled with care. You felt some discomfort when the cold ring pressed into your taint, when the sound slipped into your slit, when the goetium locked you tightly into chastity - and it was no worse than that, but you were still crying, you were wet with tears and snot and drool, because it was humiliating, because you were small and afraid.

You will learn to love your goetium.

It was hard to sleep at first, because you felt it in your groin, always, and you felt choked and swallowed, and it sent your mind running. Anxiously, you rubbed your fingers over the engraved lid, over the lock, and you felt the pressure double; your inflamed flesh tried to swell in the cage, but it could not, it had nowhere to grow.

You will learn to love your goetium.

Of course, it was a relief to no longer be a bother, to have a cap on your flow. Bad things ceased happening around you, and you learned what discipline meant. For the first time, you were useful. For the first time, you were a good boy. The key around your Master’s neck scared you, but did you really mind? Did you not want to be a little scared?

You will learn to love your goetium, I promise. There will come a day when you’ll sit with your knees wide apart and mutter glories to Sofia and Solomon, you will pray to never be freed, because you will have learned to love your cage.

You will learn to love your goetium, sorcerer.

You will learn to know your place.