Enchaîné, en cage et suppliant
You're leashed to my coffee table like the pathetic loser you are. Collar tight. Cock locked. Desperate for what's dangling from my ankle on my ribbon.
I don't care how long you've been locked. The number stopped mattering the moment you realised your cage is permanent. Your orgasms belong to me now. Your wallet belongs to me now. You belong to me now.
Watch as I dangle my red heels, while you whimper on the floor. Red fishnets and my ribbon holding your only hope of release.
You'll worship my soles through the fishnets. You'll wish you could taste the ribbon between my toes. You'll lick the wooden table where my feet have been while your key sits inches away. So close. So loud. So completely out of reach.
I built this obsession. I architected your desperation. And now you'll leak for me, locked and leashed, exactly where you belong.