Listen to me while I strip you of the last thing that used to belong to you. I laugh as your cock loses feeling, locked away and rendered useless, and I savor how helpless that makes you. Sit there, aroused but impotent, while I rattle you with sharp little teases, reminding you every second who decided your pleasure was no longer yours to claim.
You will stay locked for me, and you will love how powerless you feel. Try not to squirm too much when I point out how pathetic you’ve become, begging silently behind that metal. Keep that desperate little ache, baby, it looks so good on you.