Defy her by jerking off as you watch.

In spite of Lady Grace’s orders, you reach down and start stroking your cock as she fucks herself with the dildo. But you only get a few moments in before her hand reaches down and seizes your balls, squeezing them excruciatingly in her fingers. You whimper in pain as she looks you in the eye.

“****,” she says almost sweetly, “whose cock are you touching right now?”

“Mi—ahhhhh!” You scream in pain as her vice-grip tightens with crushing ****, and quickly amend to quietly say, “Yours.”

“What was that?” Lady Grace asks with a cruel smirk. “I couldn’t hear you.”

“It’s your cock, Mistress!” you cry out, cheeks burning red with humiliation.

She nods. “Clearly, you can’t be trusted to keep your hands off of my possessions. So, I’ll have to take some insurance measures.” She gives a quick hand signal to her butler, who rummages around under the ring and tosses a pair of handcuffs up to her. Quickly, she pulls your hands back behind the ring post and cuffs them there, making it impossible for you to touch anything she doesn’t want you to.

Then, Lady Grace pulls the dildo out of herself. It comes free with a wet sucking sound and a tiny pop, and she tosses it aside before starting to finger herself instead.

She’s still standing right in front of you, close enough to reach out and touch her—if you could reach out. If you could lean down far enough, your face would end up right in her rack. If you could thrust your hips out far enough, your cock would bury itself deep in her cunt.

That’s why she took out the dildo, you realize—to leave her pussy almost empty, save for her probing fingers, so wet that it glistens with her juices, sweet and tight and just a couple inches out of reach. She’s taunting you with what she won’t let you have.

“A shame,” she teases as her fingers brush over her clit. “If my newest dildo were the size of the one I just discarded, perhaps it would be long enough to get the merest taste of my snatch. Ah well. I suppose all of my toys have their uses.”

A few more seconds of expert masturbation have Lady Grace sighing in delight as she orgasms, squirting hot cum onto your twitching shaft. You moan half in arousal and half in disappointment at the sight and sensation, and your dick twitches powerlessly as she tantalizes you. It's almost painfully pent-up at this point, but she makes no move to touch it, instead reaching around to start unlocking the cuffs.

"Mistress," you say, looking up at her leering face, "what about me?"

"What about you?" she replies casually. "Orgasms are for the obedient."

It's clear that she has no intention of finishing you off right now. Although you might be able to talk her around--at the cost of even more of your dignity.