The slave, breathless and eager, kneels before his Mistress, eyes cast down in submission. She, a vision of power in her latex catsuit, holds aloft a tiny, cruel-looking device. "This," she says, her voice a velvet whip, "is your new home." She snaps the chastity cage onto his cock, the metal biting into his flesh. He whimpers, but she silences him with a sharp, "Shh, pet. Your cries only excite me more." She laughs, a sound like silk on skin, and begins her slow, torturous tease, denying him release as he groans in futile desire.