When you tried...
When you tried to resign as my assistant last year I gave you a choice:
Quit and I'll give you a reference so bad, you'll be lucky to work for minimum wage.
Or, stay and be my chastity boytoy for a year, after which I'll let you go.
You've been a good little boytoy.
You've done all your chores well. Your tongue has given me mind-shattering orgasms. You've suffered endless teasing and absolute orgasm denial with minimal whining.
You deserve freedom.
You deserve an amazing orgasm.
But, I just don't feel like letting you go, or letting you orgasm...