I've got you locked in my cage with no intention of letting you out. Climbing all over the cage I dangle my boots in your face, tease you with views up my latex skirt and taunt you with the keys around my neck, cleavage achingly close to your lips. I let you look but not touch, my fishnet clad curves against the bars. I want you to beg for release: from chastity, from the physical cage, from the mental cage I have you in. You are under my control.