Look at you all locked up and desperate for release. You are so helpless and vulnerable, reduced to begging for just a little bit of freedom that you know deep down you will never get. You'll feel the frustration and the ache of not being able to touch yourself, and you will love it, won't you? You'll crave it, the feeling of being under my control, the feeling of being so utterly helpless and at my mercy. And you'll do whatever it takes to please me, won't you? You'll be my little toy, my little plaything, doing everything I say, just so that I might let you out.