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He kneels before me, powerless and desperate. I sit naked, my legs crossed, the glimmer of a chastity key chained to my ankle - the symbol of control he'll never escape. I let him worship my feet, but when he dares to beg for more, I laugh at his pathetic desire. My body belongs only to my lover - and he must be reminded of his place: a cuckold slave with no rights, only humiliation. My armpits become his altar of shame. Ordered to sniff, lick, and surrender, he obeys every degrading command, especially when the scent of passion lingers after I've been with my boyfriend. Spit, denial, and relentless teasing push him deeper into submission... until I lock him back in chastity, giving him one final taste of humiliation.