For a moment she stares into my eyes impassively. Then, pulling back her long blonde hair back from her shoulders and fastening it with a clip, she sets to work.
My ankles are tied to the legs of a chair with stockings and she has wedged a pair of her panties into my mouth. My hands are securely handcuffed behind the chair back.
She looks at my erect penis with disgust and puts on some surgical gloves. Taking an electric shaver from her handbag she kneels between my open legs and begins to shave off my pubic hair. I watch as most of it falls to the floor, but one wisp catches on her blouse and she knocks it off with repulsion. Soon I will be shaved. Soon I will be ready.
She’s nearly finished now and my dick is still hard. For a moment she seems unsure what to do, but then she gets up and I hear her running a glass of cold water in the kitchen. "I’m not trying to be disobedient," I mumble, but it’s unintelligible through the gag.
She comes back with some ice and the cold water. Roughly gripping my penis she plunges it into the icy mix and my legs push against the binds with the shock. It’s working though. It’s going down.
Quickly she selects the smallest cock ring in the box and slips it over my balls. Then, before I have a chance to recover from the icy water, she pushes the cock restraint over my dick. I start back in pain as it catches a stray remaining pubic hair, but that only has the effect of making my penis more limp and easier to insert into the cage. Finally, and with a look of satisfaction on her face, she snaps the padlock in place.