"Madame-Ange's pet is a quivering mess, his cock caged and denied, his body bound and at her mercy. She circles him like a predator, her voice a sultry purr as she describes in graphic detail what she won't let him do. She runs a gloved hand over his straining cock, feels the heat radiating from his body, then steps back, leaving him panting and needy. 'Please, Mistress,' he begs, but she just smiles, knowing she's in complete control of his frustrating, blue-balled existence."