Your pathetic pleas for release are like sweet music to my ears. Locked away, denied the pleasure you crave, it's a satisfying reminder of your place. You're not a man, you're a plaything, a pitiful little chastity slave."

"Isn't it amusing how you grovel, how you beg, your eyes brimming with desperation? It's a wonderful testament to my control, my power. You're denied pleasure not because I have to, but because I want to. Your discomfort, your desperation, your humiliation... it's all just a game to me, a game where I hold all the power, and you, my dear pet, are just a pawn."