I can edge him day in and day out for weeks straight -- and I do -- but what he hasn't been getting from Me is the mindfuck that truly sends him over the edge. Tonight I want My words and voice to fill his head while he watches My hands -- on him, on the screen, putting on gloves -- as I toy with him. I take My little plaything fully out of his metal cage to stroke him. He's sensitive, full of cum and full of anticipation. He's on the brink almost immediately, and I don't let up. I want it so engorged it hurts. I need him to suffer. So I put on the latex gloves to stroke him harder. I want him slutty and grinding his plump prostate down onto My fist, but we hardly get there before he's squealing, leaking -- a ruin that certainly doesn't drain him. He doesn't even come close to a real cum. Does he have more for me? Let's find out. I generously offer post-O and the opportunity to cum again for real ... if he can. Instead, he BEGS to go back into the cage, locked safely away from his cruel Mistress who'll be expecting a better performance the next night, and the night after that, and the night after that.