Script I will record when throat isn't on fire

Sisters friend steals chastity cage keys

Oh, honey, I heard all about your little... hobby from your sister. It's so cute that you're into chastity.

You see, I've got this reputation for being quite the cocktease, and I can't help but feel a little responsible for making sure you live up to your... chaste aspirations. So, I think it's only fair that I take care of these keys for you. After all, we wouldn't want any accidents, now would we?

Takes the keys and dangles them in front of him

Look at how you stare at these, like they're the most important things in the world. But guess what, sweetie? They're just tiny pieces of metal to me. Insignificant. Easily misplaced... or worse.

Now, let's talk about you. A virgin, huh? It's adorable, really. But you know what they say about virgins—they're so innocent, so untouched. It's such a shame that they never get to experience the wonders of the world, like, oh, I don't know, a truly amazing blowjob.

And I do mean amazing. I've got skills that could bring a grown man to his knees, make him beg for mercy, reduce him to a quivering, whimpering mess. But you? You'll never know that kind of pleasure. You'll never feel my lips wrapped around your cock, my tongue teasing the head, my throat constricting around your shaft as I take you deeper than you've ever been before. No, that kind of pleasure is reserved for real men—men who can handle a woman like me.

You're probably sitting there, tears welling up in your eyes, your heart racing, your little caged cock straining against its prison. But it's no use, baby boy. You're stuck. Helpless. At my mercy. And I have to say, it's quite a turn-on for me, knowing that I have this power over you.

What's that? You want your keys back? Well, isn't that just precious? But you see, I'm having far too much fun to give them back to you. Maybe I'll flush them down the toilet. Or throw them in the ocean. Or leave them in some random alleyway across town. The possibilities are endless, really.

And the best part? There's absolutely nothing you can do about it. You're going to stay locked up, denied, desperate, and there's not a damn thing you can do to change that. I own you now, little virgin boy, and I'll do with you as I please.

So, go ahead. Cry for me. Beg for me. It's music to my ears, and it only makes me want to tease you more. Because at the end of the day, you're just a little boy playing a grown-up's game, and I am the queen of this playground. And queens, my dear, do not give in to the tears of little boys who don't know how to satisfy a real woman.

Oh, you poor thing, sitting there with those big, sad eyes, thinking about all the fun you're missing out on. It's almost enough to make me feel sorry for you—almost, but not quite.

You see, now that I have these little keys of yours, your fate is entirely in my hands. And I have to say, the idea of permanent chastity for you is quite appealing. It's like you're my own personal toy, always ready and waiting for my amusement, but never able to experience the full joys of release.

Imagine it, won't you? Every time you feel even the slightest twinge of arousal, you'll remember that you're locked up tight, with no hope of escape. You'll think of me, the wicked woman who holds the key to your pleasure, and know that I have no intention of ever setting you free.

You'll lie awake at night, your body wracked with need, your mind filled with thoughts of what could have been. You'll ache for the touch of a woman, for the warmth and wetness of a mouth or a pussy enveloping your cock. But all you'll have is the relentless pressure of cold, hard steel, a constant reminder of your new reality.

And what a reality it is! You'll learn to live with the constant teasing, the unbearable lightness of being untouched, unfulfilled, unsatisfied. You'll become the perfect little gentleman, always polite, always eager to please, because deep down, you'll know that your only hope for a scrap of pleasure is to be on your best behavior for me.

But don't get your hopes up, darling. I'm not like those other girls who might be swayed by your puppy-dog eyes or your heartfelt promises. I'm made of sterner stuff. I'm the gatekeeper of your desires, the warden of your celibacy, and I take my responsibilities very seriously.

So, go ahead and squirm. Let those tears of frustration stream down your cheeks. It's all part of the fun for me. Because with every passing day, you're becoming more and more... mine. Your virginity, your innocence, your untapped potential—it all belongs to me now.

And the best part? There's absolutely nothing you can do about it. You're trapped in a prison of your own making, and I'm the one holding the keys. So, dream about all the things you'll never have, because as long as I'm in charge, you'll remain exactly as you are: chaste, deprived, and completely at my mercy.

Sweet dreams, my little locked-up lover. May you enjoy every agonizing moment of your eternal chastity.

Isn't it just divine?