Spring

Anxious, flustered.

Frantic, you call.

I knew you were going to betray your promise.

Your key does not work.

Did you think it would?

Locks

You called early, excited.

You received it. Took it out the package, felt the cool steel in your hand.

I waited, coughed. You were not following directions.

Suddenly, the light clicked within your dim perverted mind.

Placing me on hold, you fumbled about.

I heard a click. Another as you took a pic.

The rustle of your placing the key in the envelope, sealing it.

Tentatively, you asked if I were pleased.

I snorted and hung up.

No, you weak bitch, I am never pleased with you.

Such a horny slut, I have to resort in locking your tiny manclit in a chastity unit.

There is no other way to deal with a randy goat whore such as you.