Oh, you pitiful excuse for a man, today's little game is designed for your inevitable failure, and I relish the thought of you squirming in defeat. You see, I don't just want you locked in chastity; I crave it. The thought of your pathetic cock trapped, aching, and useless brings me immense pleasure. As I whisper into your ear, my moans designed to weaken your already feeble willpower, I'll be guiding you through the most punish jerk-off instructions you've ever had the displeasure of following. You'll try to keep up, won't you? But we both know your self-control is as laughable as your sex...

Oh, you pitiful excuse for a man, today's little game is designed for your inevitable failure, and I relish the thought of you squirming in defeat. You see, I don't just want you locked in chastity; I crave it. The thought of your pathetic cock trapped, aching, and useless brings me immense pleasure. As I whisper into your ear, my moans designed to weaken your already feeble willpower, I'll be guiding you through the most punish jerk-off instructions you've ever had the displeasure of following. You'll try to keep up, won't you? But we both know your self-control is as laughable as your sexual prowess. Your desperate hand will betray you, and that hard cock of yours? It'll be throbbing, begging for release that won't come. Because you, my dear plaything, are destined to fail. And when you do, when that last shred of hope in your eyes, I'll lock you away in chastity forever, each click of the lock a sweet symphony to my ears. So go ahead, struggle for me. It'll only make your inevitable surrender all the sweeter.