Mandy Marx Stare at your perfect Goddess in my shiny outfit. Can you imagine anyone else who you would want to hold your key? To hold the deed to your dick, the title to your cock. Imagine yourself beneath me in chastity, completely controlled, as your brain turns into mush. Your mind is getting so cloudy. You don't even have to glance down to know it's there. Every heartbeat, every pulse, you feel it filling, pressing against the walls of the cage. You feel a gentle, consistent, unbreakable, unchanging stability of the walls holding you in. Does that sound nice? Feel your cock getting harder and filling up that extra space in your cage. Your eyes begin to roll back in your head. The cage is stronger than you are. And I'm smarter than you. And together we make a good match. You're my little clip buying junkie now. Weak, coddled, rooting around looking for something to get off to. But you can't, you're locked away as you watch. You're weak, that's why you're a good match for me, you want to lose. You don't even put up a fight. Look at my pussy, look at what you'll never have. I could be sitting on your lap but that cage means you can't do anything about it. You could feel the warmth of my pussy, you could start getting hard but you couldn't do anything about it, could you? The cage would press back and the ache would settle you back down. Is that what you'd say you are right now, settled down? Relaxed? Alert? Do you even understand what's going on? Because you don't look like it, you look like a lost little boy. Lost in my cage. Stuck. Trapped. Sealed. Kept. Shut out from everything fun, but there's no where else you'd rather be. EXTRA: At the end of this clip there is some behind the scenes footage where you can see me like you've never seen me before. Just me being me. Unscripted.