In the soft glow of the bedroom, I meticulously wind the hair ties around my tiny cock, each loop a testament to her absence, a reminder of her touch. I imagine her walking in, her eyes scanning the room, landing on me, my tiny package bound and waiting. I see her approaching, her steps hesitant, her breath hitching as she takes in the sight of me, her hair ties securing my manhood. I stroke myself, my tiny cock throbbing at the thought of her asking me to stop, to untie myself, to let her take control. But I won't stop, not until she commands me to.