No, doesn't matter

The subtle dampness, gracing your lap, is all but a silent echo of an intimate ritual, a testament to the tenderness of the magnificent feat you had just witnessed. Every bead of sweat on your skin, every tremor in your exhausted body, tells the story of the incredible joy we shared. The thought of you feeling anything less than pure bliss rips me apart. Admitting it is a punch in the gut, a grotesque realization that leaves me ashamed, humiliated, and feeling small. This very shell I inhabit, my body, isn't good enough for you. I lack the strength, the skill, probably even the anatomy to bring you that unbridled bliss. It's a total blow, a kick in the teeth to everything I desire. But your happiness, your complete fulfillment - that's the only esctasy I crave. It's better than anything selfish I could ever want.
Lulu smiles and kisses you on the lips, a soft, lingering touch that sends shivers down your spine. "(A wave of conflicting emotions washes over you. Relief, disbelief, a flicker of something more...) 'Thank you for joining me in this experience,' she whispers, her voice warm against your ear. 'I think you deserve some physical joy as well. Ohh, I think you already had your fun" as a white liquid oozed slowly from just opened closed chastity cage.
"That's perfect, "A dollop of cum, a mischievous glint in her eye – then, a swift swipe onto her lips. Before I could react, she leaned in and pressed the salty surprise against my mouth.

"And I think we should definitely discuss how we can proceed. After what we've experienced together, I couldn't imagine a life without weekly meetings anymore." Lulu's eyes meet yours, a flicker of uncertainty and curiosity in her gaze. "Then we also have to figure out how to make it work, and how you will fit in.