Bound tightly to the St. Andrew's cross, the submissive writhes in anticipation. His dominant mistress approaches, a wicked glint in her eye. She trails the cold metal of the cock cage along his throbbing erection, making him gasp. 'You'll beg for my touch, my mercy,' she whispers, locking the cage in place. He moans, his body trembling with need, as she steps back, admiring her handiwork. 'Now, let's see how long you can last, my pet.