Oh, look at you, quivering before me, a pitiful sight of desperation and inadequacy. It's almost endearing, how you believe you have any semblance of control over that pathetic excuse for manhood. I will lock that dick, especially with its laughable erectile dysfunction, into chastity, my dear. It's for the best, really. What use is a tool that can't perform? It's like a car without an engine, a .. without bullets—utterly useless. But don't fret, I have the perfect little cage for it. A constant reminder of your failings and your place beneath me. Every moment of your day, feeling the cold,...

Oh, look at you, quivering before me, a pitiful sight of desperation and inadequacy. It's almost endearing, how you believe you have any semblance of control over that pathetic excuse for manhood. I will lock that dick, especially with its laughable erectile dysfunction, into chastity, my dear. It's for the best, really. What use is a tool that can't perform? It's like a car without an engine, a .. without bullets—utterly useless. But don't fret, I have the perfect little cage for it. A constant reminder of your failings and your place beneath me. Every moment of your day, feeling the cold, hard metal encasing your inadequacy, will reinforce the reality of your existence—you are mine to control, to humiliate, and to deny any semblance of pleasure. This chastity device is a testament to your failures, a symbol of your submission to me, and the key, both literally and metaphorically, will be mine to hold. You'll beg, plead, and cry for release, but it will only fuel my desire to keep you locked up, reminding you with each passing second of your total and utter dependence on me, your supreme PsyDomme.