And that feeling, that intense feeling of want, of need, that feeling you walked in here with but thought you would leave without... well, that's going to stay with you. It's going to intensify. It's going to drive you mad with desire.
Already the scenarios play out in your head. Look at how inviting I am. You want so bad to grab me from behind, to tear those pretty panties aside...
and hump futily at my back, your penis forever curved downwards, unable to penetrate.
Or if you could just break free of this desire that holds you here, escape from me, run back to your safe little house with your safe little porn...
and do what? Yank on your cage in desperate hope of stimulation? Try to find a locksmith who won't laugh maniacally at your humiliation before he hangs up? Get out the power tools and pray that you don't cut your dick off?