My slave has been too preoccupied with the thought of having sex with me. This is, of course, a deeply inappropriate thought and one that needs to be erased from his mind, in the most painful way possible. I put him in a very small, tight, emasculating pink chastity cage and I secure him tightly in hard chain bondage so that I can remind him of his place in life. I believe all men should be locked up, and he is certainly no exception! Slaves do not deserve to see, taste, or feel my pussy, and they never will. I do however, love to tease them mercilessly with my perfect body. I strip down in front of him, as he sits helpless, hands twitching desperately, eyes widening, as I push myself onto him, letting him feel the warmth and wetness from between my legs as I tell him over and over he cannot have it. I love seeing him wiggle and twitch in desperation as I sit myself down on his locked cock, pressing the chastity cage against me. So close, but eternally far away. This is the place of a slave and I will not cease to remind you of that. I am so beautiful and so sexy that it hurts, and I will always use that to my advantage. Teasing and denying you over and over again, until the blue balls is too much to bear and you beg for the opportunity to release in whatever way I see fit. Which will always be, far, far, away from my perfection. This is the life of a slave. This is what boys deserve.
