New Demands - Day 1

Because of my recent "lapse" - not only touching my locked cock but touching enough to have an orgasm - I have been ordered to provide punishment. Daily mantras and updates. I hope I don't bore you to tears. 

Last orgasm: November 14th, 2011
(Potential) Release date: April 2012
2 days without orgasm

I am not allowed to touch my cock.
I am not allowed to touch my cock.
I am not allowed to touch my cock.
I am not allowed to touch my cock.
I am not allowed to touch my cock.
I am not allowed to touch my cock.
I am not allowed to touch my cock.
I am not allowed to touch my cock.
I am not allowed to touch my cock.
I am not allowed to touch my cock.
I am not allowed to touch my cock.
I am not allowed to touch my cock.
I am not allowed to touch my cock.
I am not allowed to touch my cock.

I must obey my Master's orders.
I must obey my master's orders.
I must obey my Master's orders.
I must obey my Master's orders.
I must obey my Master's orders.
 I must obey my Master's orders.
I must obey my Master's orders.
I must obey my Master's orders.
I must obey my Master's orders.
I must obey my Master's orders.
I must obey my Master's orders.
I must obey my Master's orders.
I must obey my Master's orders.
I must obey my Master's orders.
I must obey my Master's orders.

 I had a dog tag made the other day and attached it to my locked cock so that I am constantly reminded that I am a slave who is locked and denied. The unfortunate side effect is that it clinks, making noise when I walk. It is more pronounced when I am wearing lounge pants.

In fact, my roommate heard it the other night and wondered where the noise was coming from. I was too embarrassed to say (they don't know of my locked'n'denied status). I hope to God that I do nothing else incorrectly or dis-obey my Master as he may choose to to demand that I only every wear my kilts with nothing else on underneath. Firstly, I am still a bit uncomfortable wearing them in public and secondly, the clinking of the dog tag on my metal device would be exceptionally noticable. I can hardly image walking into my business chamber meeting wearing a kilt, with nothing on underneath AND clinking loudly enough that people would know it was me.

Thank you Master for helping me behave and keeping me locked'n'denied.