My slave stood before me, bound and constricted from head to toe with a tight leather straight jacket and straps. His cold chastity cage gleamed in the dim light, a symbol of his submission to me. I could see the desperation in his eyes as he longed for release, but I had other plans in store for him. With my sharp red nails, I traced teasing patterns along his exposed cock, revelling in his helplessness and humiliation. Despite his arousal, he was unable to get hard, his desperate attempts only resulting in a pitiful dribble and leak. Finally, I unlocked him not to grant him pleasure, but to further tease, torment and inflict pain on his cock. As I watched him squirm and moan under my expert touch, I knew that he would do anything for me, even endure the exquisite torment I have planned.
