A submissive kneels before his goddess, eyes downcast, hands clasped behind his back. She circles him like a predator, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. 'You will remain chaste,' she commands, her voice a sultry purr. She produces a gleaming metal device, a cage designed to fit around his cock and balls. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, as she secures it in place. She runs a finger along the bars, smiling cruelly at his futile attempts to harden. 'This is your reminder,' she says, 'of who you belong to.' She orders him to stand, his body stiff with tension. She runs a hand up his thigh, making him gasp, then slaps him sharply, leaving a red handprint. 'Now,' she says, 'let's begin your training.'