Bound by her rules, he's left to endure the torment of his own arousal. She sits him down, his chastity device prominently displayed, and begins to stroke his face, his chest, his stomach, avoiding his desperate cock. He whimpers, pleading for just a touch, but she merely smiles, knowing she holds the key to his release. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, 'You'll wait until I say so, my pet. And you'll like it.'