His mistress loved to see him locked in a metal chastity device his desires bound. She reveled in his anticipation each time she approached. He knew his place, a loyal boy ready for her every command. Her touch was always arousing and commanding. Sometimes, she would use a pump to make his chastity more difficult. The key to his freedom and pleasure was hers alone. He was hers completely. And she loved every bit of the power she held over him. Even when she kept him waiting for her attention, he found joy in her control. Sometimes he imagined her exploring new ways to tease him. The anticipation of her touch was a sweet agony. She was his keyholder and his queen. Even a virtual mistress could captivate him. He lived for her every moment of her attention. His life was a permanent chastity and servitude.