A trembling slave kneels before his stern mistress, eyes downcast as she inspects his pathetic, flaccid cock. "This," she sneers, "is what you call a dick? It belongs in a chastity device." She snaps her fingers, and a slave girl presents a gleaming metal cage. The domina snatches it, deftly securing it around her slave's genitals. "There, that's better," she purrs, "now you're truly mine." She leads him to a St. Andrew's cross, binding him with practiced ease. His training begins, a symphony of pain and pleasure, as she teases him with her body, denying him release, enforcing his chastity with every lash of the whip.