“You thought I was just a smart-ass brat — until I tricked you into the chastity cage. Do you remember how I did it and what I did to you afterward? You went from being Mr. Big Man on Campus to Sydney’s little playtoy. HA HA. You’re still my little puppet, aren’t you. And THIS is how I destroyed you for life….”
“I’m so pleased with your latest shopping devotional to me that I’ve decided to give you a reward. No, silly, I’m not letting you out of chastity. You can wear my panties over your face while I’m with my boyfriend. I won’t be needing them. The frills and feminine scent will help inspire your next visit to my wishlist…”
“Let’s get real. Even if a woman like me went on a mercy date with you, you’d fondle my stockings and blubber in your undies before we even kissed. Admit it: You’re still a virgin and a mama’s boy. Well, loser. I’m feeling merciful. I’ll be your ‘pretend girlfriend’ — if you’re willing to follow my humiliating rules…”
“Your willingness to humiliate yourself at my whim is a source of great amusement to me. How low will you go for Princess? Would you wear a pigsnout, in addition to your pigpen chastity cage? Would you oink like a filthy pig to worship my pretty feet and perfect bottom? Here piggy-piggy…”
“Are you SURE you want out of your chastity cage? Wouldn’t you rather have a big pair of blueballs than a faceful of humiliation? Because, if I release you from your penis prison, I’m gonna send you out of my sorority looking like you just gave blowjobs to the entire football team, Little Miss Fuckyface…”
“Those mean sorority sisters of mine promised to release you from your chastity cage after two weeks — if you did all the humiliating things they demanded of you. Aww. Poor little Mister Frustration. Well now I have the key. Your aching cock, your throbbing blueballs and your destiny belong to me…”
“Since I keep you imprisoned in a chastity cage, I’m putting you on prison rations so that you can go beyond bankruptcy and devote your every last penny to Princess. As I dangle a bread crust between my expensively pedicured toes, you will assume the begging position and repeat: “All for Princess, none for me….”
“I’ve been thinking about letting you out of your cockcage for a mercy orgasm. What would you do if I brought you into my bedroom next to my near-naked body and then released you — after all this time you’ve been in chastity. Could you handle it? Do you want to try? Then come into my bedroom now…”
“You have been begging and whining to be let out of your cockcage. So, then. I just put on my black latex gloves. Are you sure you want me to free you from your penis prison, so that you can put your little cock and balls at the mercy of my fingers? Are you certain you won’t regret it?…”
“I heard you started seeing a sex therapist because of your ‘crippling fetishes’ and weakness for women who ‘sexually humiliate’ you. Poor Mr Sensitive. You’re going to dismiss her immediately. I’m going to be your sex therapist. Our first session begins now: tightening your chastity cage and putting you into sissy panties…”
