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She pulled my wrists apart and secured them with a padlock to the eyebolts set in the rafters. Fortunately, the leather restraints around her wrists were comfortable. Next, she swiftly attacked my nipples, clipping on the pincers before stepping back to admire what she had done, leaving me by myself. Five, ten, then twenty minutes passed while I drifted into hopeful thoughts of her coming back with the key to release my manhood—a part that was locked away in the chastity cage two weeks prior and hadn’t been let out for even a second during that time. Those hopes were crushed when she strutted into my dungeon swinging her riding crop, no key in sight. After delivering a few more strikes to my nipples, she exposed her bare bottom cheeks and gave me ten hard ones on the rear. “Remember this next time you want to give me attitude.” Were the only words she said before finishing up the session. The physical pain faded quickly, but I remain overwhelmed by mental frustration from being Thwacked and Denied, with my manhood still safely tucked away under her complete control.