There is only one path to freedom for my slave; of course freedom is such a relative term. Locked in a cage with a hole on the top, just big enough to get his head through, it's his only outlet from a life behind bars. All the more of a heavenly sight is when his head ascends to find me lying about, dressed in my shiny red latex dress and matching red pumps, to greet him. My torso is inches away from his face, and he can smell the latex like a sensual perfume he has waited for. But such a delight comes at a cost.

I release my sadistic side and give him a number of severe face... Show more