His Mistress' cruel gaze bores into him as she slowly unzips his jeans, revealing the chastity device containing his desperate cock. "You've been a good little slave," she coos, her fingers tracing the outline of his neglected manhood. She frees him, her touch excruciatingly gentle yet maddeningly slow. "You may cum," she finally allows, but only onto the floor, not into her hand. His humiliation complete, he spills his load onto the cold tile, panting, grateful yet craving more of her twisted mercy.