After three weeks of chastity, he's a quivering mess. She, the cruel mistress, taunts him with her body, running her hands over her curves, whispering filthy promises. He's locked away, his throbbing cock aching for release. She approaches, her heels clicking on the cold floor, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Ready to beg, pet?" she purrs, her fingers dancing tantalizingly close to his desperate cock, denying him the touch he craves.