A soft-spoken slave kneels, eyes downcast, as his Mistress prepares her tools. She runs a finger along his trapped cock, feeling the steel cage, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She picks up a sharp razor, the metal glinting under the soft light. She lathers his balls, her touch feather-light, making him gasp. She begins to shave, her strokes precise, his skin smooth and bare under her ministrations. His cock twitches, straining against its confinement, but she merely laughs, picking up a small vibrator. She presses it to his slit, his body convulsing, but she keeps him at bay, her touch cruel and delicious, a dance of power and pleasure.