Denied and desperate, he watches as she parades before him, her body a feast he cannot partake in. She rubs her pussy, moans, cries out his name - and yet, he remains caged, his cock aching, balls tight with unspent seed. She laughs at his predicament, delights in his humiliation. "Beg for it," she commands, and he does, his pride shattered, his need raw and exposed. She leans in, her voice a whisper, "What's the magic word, pet?"