I got him locked in that flat cage, his poor little dick straining against the metal, already leaking like crazy. The look in his eyes? Pure agony. And I was just getting started. I pulled out my huge BBC dildo, all glistening and threatening, and started sucking it slow, making intense eye contact with him the whole time. The sounds he made—pathetic little whimpers, like a wounded puppy. I moaned around the toy, loud and exaggerated, and told him, "This is what you wish you were, isn't it? But you're just my caged little bitch." I watched a single tear track down his cheek as his body shuddered, and I knew he was cumming in that cage, completely untouched, just from the mindfuck of it all. It was so fucking powerful. Sheesh. He was a wreck, and I felt like a goddess. Period.Low-key obsessed? Spill more tea here or peep other stories!
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