See what the Queen does.

The young man struggles against his bonds. The Queen giggles and reaches out to gently brush her fingers across the head of his cock, keeping him aroused but not giving him the stimulation he needs to go any further. He groans and tries to grind up against her palm. She pulls her hand back, laughing in delight at his misery.

"I'm the Queen of the Pixies," she says, grinning from ear to ear. "You've trespassed on my domain, you foolish little thief. I bet you wanted my crown, didn't you?"

The young man mutters something rude. The Queen runs a finger up and down the shaft of his cock and listens intently as his breathing speeds up. "You're a very, very, very bad boy," she says, mockingly. "I won this crown fair and square, and I intend to keep it. Would you like to cum?"

The young man is blushing, and I hear him whisper "...yes, please." He sounds defeated.

"Too bad. You're being punished. But if you're very, very, very good, and you promise not to be bad ever again, I might let you have what you want. Eventually. In a week or so."

"...a what? A week?"

"Oh, yes. You're my prisoner now, my little thieving slut. Me and my pixies never let a prisoner go until we're sure they're very, very, very sorry. A week of teasing and denial ought to do it, don't you think?"

She takes a few steps back and waves the pixies in, to come and continue their teasing. I'm so caught up in watching him squirm with frustration and humiliation that I don't realise until a few more minutes have passed that the Queen of the Pixies is standing right under my window. She's close enough that I could almost just reach down and snatch the crown right off her head.