Today, Gaia and I are eager to indulge in some entertainment with this slave, who we view as a beast. He is in for a torturous experience of tease and denial. There will be no physical punishment, as the suffering we inflict is primarily psychological. We position ourselves tantalizingly close to the slave, yet remain out of reach… We flaunt our beauty, taunt him, and arouse him, but behind bars, he cannot touch us, smell our perfume, or make any physical contact. We drive him to the brink of insanity by giving him the opportunity to gaze upon us, while simultaneously denying him any satisfaction. Even when the beast pleads with us to have our panties as a memento to savor our scent and feel our presence, we mock him by leading him on, only to pull the rug out from under him. In the end, we leave them on the cage, just out of his reach, and he is left to fail in his attempt to obtain them. We walk away, amused by our manipulation and content that we have once again controlled a man’s desires.