"In the dimly lit dungeon, Mistress awaits her new toy, his cock already caged in anticipation. 'I can't wait to own your cock,' she purrs, her heels clicking on the cold stone floor. She runs a gloved hand over the chastity device, feeling the captive erection throb beneath. 'You'll learn to beg for my touch, slave,' she promises, her voice laced with sadistic glee. She attaches a leash to his collar, leading him to the St. Andrew's Cross, ready to begin his training."