Seventy-five days in that chastity cage, no orgasm, just endless aching need—i can see it in the way your swollen cock strains against the metal, leaking already, desperate for a touch you’ll never earn. i unscrew the aroma,- “breathe it in, you filthy slut,” you’re sobbing now, your face a mess of sweat and tears, and i’m so wet i can feel it soaking my thighs. “3… 2… 1.” i rip the massager away, leaving you gasping, denied, ruined. my fingers find your cage, squeezing out one thick drop of precum, and i smear it across your flushed cheek, laughing as it glistens there. i lift my dirty foot—grimy, sweaty, perfect—and shove it against your face. “lick it off, whore,”