I've unlocked that chastity cage, and I'm permitting you to touch that useless cock of yours while kneeling, naked and exposed in front of me and my boyfriend. As you stroke your sad cock, I want you to gaze at yourself in the mirror. See how ridiculous you look, your eyes fixed on your reflection as you desperately try to find some semblance of dignity. Your strokes are weak, just like you. And when you think you're getting close, when you think you might finally get some release, think again. Feel the denial. That's what you live for, isn't it? The humiliation, the denial, the knowledge that you'll never be good enough. Maybe – just maybe – I'll let you cum someday. But until then, you'll remain in this state of perpetual frustration, a pathetic little toy for your masters to play with.