Lying on the floor, bare and vulnerable, his manhood confined within a cage: such is the fate of my slave, who finds himself in a state of chastity today. A sweet, yet ruthless, ordeal awaits him as I, scantily clad in nothing but heels and lingerie, tantalize him beyond endurance.
His hands are bound, leaving him with little choice but to accept the exquisite torture I inflict upon him. I tease his sensitive areas, my sharp fingernails grazing his swollen balls, as if they were delicate balloons on the verge of bursting. I allow him the brief pleasure of feeling my body upon him, the keys to his freedom dangling from my lacy panties.
He tastes my spit, both on his tongue and upon his confined manhood, as I lower myself onto his face, granting him a tantalizing glimpse of the liberation that will never come. I grind against him, my body a tormenting reminder of what he cannot have, while his caged cock throbs with the desperate need for release.
In the end, I tease him with the keys, letting him believe that his torment will soon be over. But just as he dares to hope, I snatch them away, leaving him with nothing but his aching desire and the cruel reality of his confinement. His balls, now an angry shade of purple, bear testament to the sweet, merciless denial he has endured at my hands.