Bound by her iron will, she locks him away, his manhood caged, his freedom revoked. His protests fall on deaf ears as she cinches the chastity belt tight, the cold metal biting into his skin. She taunts him, parading her curves, knowing full well he's powerless to act on his primal urges. She's his jailer, his warden, his cruel mistress. His world shrinks to the confines of his cage, his existence defined by her whims. Yet, he yearns, he hungers, he begs for just a taste of release. But she's a fickle queen, and mercy is not in her vocabulary.