A domina delights in her slave's chastity, a cock-cage that keeps him teetering on the edge of desperation. She commands him to stand, his hands bound behind his back, as she circles him like a predator. "Your humiliation is my pleasure," she purrs, running a gloved hand over the cage. She orders him to clean her boots, his face pressed against her leather-clad feet. His tongue darts out, tasting the dirt and sweat, his cock straining against its metal prison. She laughs, a sound that sends shivers down his spine, and orders him to continue, his fate entirely in her hands.