I get home from an extremely sweaty workout to you pathetically begging to be released from chastity. After losing your bet, you're caged for six months! No questions. Yet you have the unmitigated idiocy to actually beg. You're worse a loser than I thought. I'm through with listening. It's your turn to shut your moronic mouth so I apply several layers of masking tape over your mouth to ensure your silence. But I left your nose free. My feet, socks, and shoes are sweaty and smelly from the gym. I give you quite a scolding as I remove My sneakers, revealing My sweaty, smelly socks right in your face. Of course I know that My feet are your biggest weakness and making you sniff them would be the ultimate torment. I then ignore you, playing with My phone, sipping My beverage, watching reality tv as you're faced with your ultimate fantasy as your cock throbs in the cage, locked for half a year. It's what you deserve.