I've had you in chastity for a month. Now it's time to play with your sensitive little situation. If you spill a single drop of this wine, in the glass resting on the tray secured by the bit-gag in your mouth, I will beat your balls until they're black, blue, and the floor is red. I will rub your dick raw with these dry leather boots until you're grated flesh. If you do a good job, I will allow you to worship My thigh-high brown leather boots and kiss My feet inside. And perhaps, if you perform well there, you may beg for one little orgasm before I lock you back up for another MONTH. Or so. I don't know. Maybe I'll forget to mark it on the calendar and you'll have to start over. I will let you out for only a moment, before putting you back in chastity. The possibility that you will enjoy any of it is slim, so try not to make it none. While you struggle to keep the glass steady, naked, on your knees, with the gag in your mouth, I torment you. I crush My boot into your dick and balls and scrape My heels across your soft, vulnerable skin. I tap on the glass and smile. I look you in the eyes and purr into your ear all of the risks involved in your predicament, while simultaneously sending shivers down your spine with dominant dirty talk. It takes every last ounce of your strength to keep the glass from falling. It takes even more energy to resist the erection pushing against the confines of your cock cage. Come experience and understand the details of this spider's web, and the psychological tension I like to pull tight around your mind (your penis. That is what you use to think.). Come for the fantastic footjob by the expert Herself. Stay for the temptation to submit and have your orgasms controlled by a powerful Goddess. I love obedience. But I also love to correct mistakes. It's a delicate balance. W/we both know who's going to enjoy this orgasm, don't W/we? Hint: It's not you. There's always a catch.