Slave t kneels before me, collared, leashed, and naked. his pathetic cock is locked up in a pretty pink chastity cage, never to be touched by himself or a woman ever again. i describe to him his future: sexless and denied any form of pleasure. he is whimpering pathetically, his objections ignored. why would any woman want his useless clit when there are other men with bigger, more satisfying cocks? a future of humiliation - this is his life now, the life he deserves. i tell him how i’m going to be recalling my encounters with other men to him, how much more fun i’ll be having, and comparing their cocks to his useless locked up clit. i tap his cock with the toe of my heel, and he moans in frustration just from that small sensation. his desperation rises as i describe imagining pushing his pathetic soft dick into a woman, she wouldn’t even feel it. his humiliation grows as he admits his inferiority. he begs for me to stop detailing his path in life from now on - which will consist of only hearing what its like to be fucked by a real cock, and fantasise about women being satisfied by bigger and better dicks. the only way he will get to please a woman now is to be locked and denied for my enjoyment.