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I'm getting quite tired of your complaining. You keep whining about your charity cage day and night. "It pinches, Goddess." "I can't clean it, Goddess." Blah blah blah. I know all of your whining is just a ploy to get out of your cage so you can sneak away and jerk off. But I won't have it. If you won't have the cage, you'll have the pill.
What's the pill you ask? Well it's a new experimental kind of men's birth control. It dries up all the semen in your testicles and makes orgasm very painful. Once you start taking this, any orgasm you have will just produce a little painful cloud of dust. Even if you can't wear the cage, that doesn't mean you're off the hook. You don't deserve any orgasms from here on out.
My little pill will dry you all up on the inside.
