He lay naked in his bed, held not by chains, but by a desire to please his mistress. He need no other reason to exist, and as he heard the familiar turn of the lock, his back arched off the bed, his sex hot and throbbing in his hand.
He needed no chastity device to deny himself, he had a strong will, and a keen desire to please his mistress. He would not, could not, allow himself the true pleasure, without her consent and direct order.
Seeing her advance toward his bed was always the truest test, the very sight of her enough to make him feel the tight control start to ebb away. With a shuddering breath, he reigned himself in, only a tiny drop of precum oozing onto the head of his swollen cock.