He's locked in his cage, strapped to the wall, begging for He's horny out of his mind, desperate to sub out, to reach his limit and to be brought to his knees -- in every sense of the phrase -- begging for relief from his Mistress.

First I tease him and make him strain, so I can unlock a hard dick. I stroke him to an edge. His testosterone and adrenaline are coursing, making him impervious to pain in the moment, and now I can really dish it out.

My, Mistress Paige, what powerful legs you have.

All the better to bust you with.

I stroke ...

He's locked in his cage, strapped to the wall, begging for He's horny out of his mind, desperate to sub out, to reach his limit and to be brought to his knees -- in every sense of the phrase -- begging for relief from his Mistress.

First I tease him and make him strain, so I can unlock a hard dick. I stroke him to an edge. His testosterone and adrenaline are coursing, making him impervious to pain in the moment, and now I can really dish it out.

My, Mistress Paige, what powerful legs you have.

All the better to bust you with.

I stroke and edge him in between a flurry of knees and thighs to his groin -- cock and balls both -- until he's being held up only by his wrist restraints and crying "Mercy."

I keep going a little longer, so I'm sure he means it, and then?

I lock him right back up.