The Caged Whore

Good Boy knelt in the playroom, his pale, lean body shivering in anticipation. The red padded vinyl stocks encased his wrists and neck, keeping him in place, vulnerable and completely at my mercy. His cock was already locked in its cage, the snug steel ensuring his arousal was nothing but frustration, his pleasure never his to claim. Around his neck, a thick black leather collar, adorned with silver studs, gleamed under the dim lighting. The D-ring in the front hung heavy, a symbol of his ownership. He was dressed exactly how I wanted him—wrapped in a delicate red lace lingerie set, the sheer fabric clinging to his skin, accentuating the humiliation I knew he craved.

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