Surrender to Roxy’s Chastity Realm

Step into my shadow, pet. I’m Roxy — slim, deviant, and utterly merciless, with a body carved for temptation and a mind wired for control. I thrive on locking pathetic cocks away forever, turning men into whimpering, denied wrecks who beg for a mercy that never comes. This is my domain of chastity phone sex, where keys vanish, orgasms become myths, and your frustration is my favorite aphrodisiac. Kneel and prepare to lose everything.

Roxy Locks You in Eternal Chastity

You tremble as I circle you, my slim silhouette cutting through the dim light like a blade. I’m Roxy, your deviant mistress in skin-tight leather, eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. “Strip,” I command, voice low and venomous. You obey, exposing your throbbing cock — already leaking at the thought of what’s coming. I dangle the cold steel cage, smirking as I snap it shut around your shaft, the click echoing like a death sentence.

“This is forever, worm,” I whisper, pocketing the key with a laugh. You groan, straining against the unyielding metal, but I push you to your knees. “Worship your new reality.” My fingers tangle in your hair, forcing your face between my thighs as I tease you with glimpses of what you’ll never have again. Your denial fuels me; I make you edge endlessly on calls, describing how I’d ride others while you rot in chastity.

Days turn to weeks, your balls aching, mind fracturing under my cruel taunts. “Beg me to throw away the key,” I purr during our sessions, and you do — sobbing, promising anything for release that never arrives. I own you now: locked, leaking, lost. For your own eternal sentence, submit to me at thesincenter.com/roxy and hand over that key forever.

In my world, freedom is a fantasy… and fantasies don’t cum.