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In the dimly lit room, she sits, her legs crossed, a cruel smile playing on her lips. He kneels before her, his cock throbbing against the unyielding cage. She reaches out, her fingers tracing the outline of his bulge, feeling the heat of his desperation. She commands him to touch himself, to stroke the cage, to bring himself to the brink of ecstasy. He obeys, his breath ragged, his body tense. She watches, her eyes gleaming, her own arousal growing. With a sudden movement, she stops him, her hand wrapping around his, stilling his frantic movements. She leans in, her voice a whisper, "Not yet, my pet. Not until I say so."