It all began with a single, trembling message from a desperate little loser who calls himself Sub Sal. “I have a micro-sized cock that fits inside a one-inch Oxy Shop chastity cage,” he wrote, already exposing his shame with photos. “I would love you to determine my chastity sentence in a RT game on X” . Likes, retweets, and comments poured in like hungry little wolves circling fresh meat. When the timer finally ended, the numbers were tallied with merciless precision. The verdict was clear. Six months. Six long, aching, dripping months of total denial for loser Sal. From that moment forward, his tiny cock , barely more than a pathetic pink nub ,was sentenced to live its life trapped inside the cruel, unforgiving one-inch cage. Locked. Shrinking. Forgotten. Every single day since has been a slow, delicious torment.
Under DomDeluxury’s strict control, Sal’s sentence is pure, unrelenting denial. His only permitted releases are rare, humiliating prostate orgasms , forced out of him with his 9-inch Manhandler dildo while he rides it desperately like the eager sissy he is. And even then, he must immediately send the full video as proof, knowing it may be shared publicly at my discretion. No touching. No stroking. No orgasms from that sad little caged clit. He works. He functions. He goes about his day with a constant, aching reminder between his legs that he no longer owns his own pleasure. Every day he sends his check-in photo, proving his continued submission. Every month he pays for my manicure and pedicure , a small tribute from a locked loser who knows his place.
His original sentence is set to end on September 24th, 2026. But here’s the delicious twist…September 25th is my birthday. And what better birthday gift than extend his sentence? It means, another RT game on X! The numbers will decide how much longer Sal remains locked. One week? Two weeks? Or a full extra month? The public will decide his fate while he watches helplessly from inside his tiny pink prison. Because once you surrender to DomDeluxury, there is no such thing as “temporary.” Slave Sal is learning that lesson with every passing day , every frustrated throb, every denied leak, every humiliating check-in photo. He is no longer a man with a cock. He is DomDeluxury’s owned, denied, shrinking, desperate little CumDump. And his story is only just beginning.