No you have not

Melissa takes hold of your locked up package in one pretty hand and laughs as you stiffen in pain. She knows your dick is struggling to get hard just from her touching you.

But her laughter disappears when she discovers something round the lock of your cage. Scratch marks. The sort of marks that would be made by a **** loser trying and failing to pick a lock.

"What the fuck is this, James?" Melissa screams "Have you been trying to play with yourself without my permission?"

You stammer pathetically until Melissa slaps you across the face. She follows up by kicking you onto your back, pinning you to the ground with one of high heels she made you buy for her.

You stare up at her as she lays down the law. "That little thing between your legs is mine, James. I own it, and I own your cumshots. You don't get to touch it without Melissa's permission, understand?"

She blows a strand of hair out of her face. "I guess now I'm going to have to punish you for your stupidity, James. I mean, you've left me no option."