Cold and hard metal for Valentine's Day. I feel sorry for you, loser, all alone for Valentine's Day - just you and your hand. You're gonna stroke it while I show off my curves and you're gonna cum. One last time before you wrap that cold, metal cage around your cock, wishing it was a warm, creamy pussy. You're gonna spend your whole life in chastity, for me, yearning for my curves. Sad to know you'll never feel my warm, soft skin next to yours. Oh well. Better let go of any anxiety you might have, knowing you're about to be encaged, and enjoy the moment. Insert maniacal laughter x