The femdomme's studio is a symphony of leather and chains, her voice the only melody playing. She beckons her chaste submissive, his cock locked away in a steel cage. "Today, we test your resolve," she purrs, her fingers tracing the outline of his trapped manhood. She orders him to pleasure her, his hands roaming her body, feeling her hard nipples through her corset, her wetness through her panties. She grinds against his hand, her moans filling the room. But just as he's on the edge, she stops him, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Not yet, pet. You'll earn your release, not beg for it." She leaves him there, panting and hard, his orgasm denied, his training far from over.