Bound by steel and desperation, my slave's cock aches within the relentless confines of a heavy stainless steel chastity cage, the culmination of three weeks of denial. He lies naked and restrained on the floor, ready to serve as my doormat. I trample his chest hard beneath my high heel sandals, their tough treaded rubber soles and sharp heels are quick to make a mess of the flesh beneath them. As I'm butchering his chest with my viscous shoes I notice his caged erection straining fruitlessly against the cold metal. There is zero chance of that cage being removed today, and he knows tha...

Bound by steel and desperation, my slave's cock aches within the relentless confines of a heavy stainless steel chastity cage, the culmination of three weeks of denial. He lies naked and restrained on the floor, ready to serve as my doormat. I trample his chest hard beneath my high heel sandals, their tough treaded rubber soles and sharp heels are quick to make a mess of the flesh beneath them. As I'm butchering his chest with my viscous shoes I notice his caged erection straining fruitlessly against the cold metal. There is zero chance of that cage being removed today, and he knows that. But that doesn't mean I won't allow him to come. As usually occurs when I deny him release for weeks on end, he is in a near constant state of hyper arousal. I taunt him with the possibility of release, tapping my hard wooden sole against the steel cage with calculated precision. Each tap, each brutal caress of leather and wood, drives him closer to the edge of a pathetic, contained climax. His body convulses, caught in a cruel dance of pain and pleasure, until he succumbs to an orgasm, not of passion, but of sheer, desperate necessity. The spectacle of his pathetic surrender amuses me greatly. A fleeting moment of relief immediately followed by that familiar flood of shame and regret. The realisation that every time he orgasms like this, he is reinforcing my belief that there really is no reason to ever remove that cage from his cock hahaha