You’re locked up. Helpless. Mine. And I whisper directly into your needy little soul. This isn’t just denial, it’s degradation. It’s control. It’s me knowing exactly how hard you are inside that cold metal cage… how your cock twitches every time I moan, even though you’re forbidden to touch. You begged for this. You paid for this. But nothing prepares you for the sound of my voice, dripping with velvet cruelty, telling you
