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This is what being in the friend zone is like. You get to be this close, feel my warmth, even have my bare skin against yours... and it means absolutely nothing. I can feel how badly you want to move, to press against me, to do *something*. But that little cage you're wearing makes sure you stay exactly where you belong, frustrated, devoted, and completely useless for anything other than being my comfortable seat. This is just a reminder of everything you'll never have access to without my permission. And guess what? I'm not feeling very permitting today. I wonder if I wiggle my butt right now, will you get hard? I imagine it would be pretty difficult, but hey, lets try. Just a little shift... there. Oh, what's that? A tiny, pathetic strain against all that metal? That's it? All that pent-up obsession and devotion for me, and *that* is the best you can muster? It's honestly kind of sad how even your own body can't properly react to me anymore. Let's see. What else can I do to try and get a reaction out of you? I know, what if I put my tits right in your face and just let them brush against your lips while I whisper about how much better it would feel if you were actually free? Or maybe I should just grind down a little harder and ask if you can even remember what it feels like to be inside a woman without all that metal in the way. It must be so confusing for your body, getting all the right signals but having absolutely zero way to act on them.