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My chastity cage, once a sanctuary, now a prison of anticipation, as my Mistress wields a heavy mallet. She starts with a playful tap, a warning, a promise of the storm to come. Each strike resonates through my caged cock, sending waves of pain and pleasure to my brain. My balls ache, the cage a constant reminder of my status, as I grit my teeth, determined to take my Mistress's punishment like a good boy. Yet, with each strike, I can't help but wonder, will she stop before my balls burst, or will she push me to my limits, seeking my ultimate surrender?