"Time for your monthly inspection, sissy~" Dressed in my sinfully tight latex nun habit, I loom over naked, caged Pinky with a medical tray full of sharp little surprises. "Still too much room in this cage, pet? Let’s fix that." What follows is 21 minutes of cruel, methodical torment: "The Bolt" cage gets personalized as I thread needle-sharp screws into its bars, laughing as he whimpers "It’s too close to my…!" Wand warfare begins — vibrations so strong they send bolts pinging off the cage like pathetic little failure warnings. "Accidental" prostate milking with every "oops, lost another screw!" tease, my gloved fingers just happening to brush his swollen gland. Relentless mind games: "Breathe too heavy and I’ll use the long screw next…" Final Boss Mode: The wand TORQUED TO MAX against his cage, bolts exploding off as he sobs from the edging. "Aww… no cum for my good girl? Guess we’ll try a smaller cage next time."