When i'm feeling bratty and dressed to relax, there's no telling when . . . or if . . . I'll ever let him out. The lure of My scent is irresistible. The skin on his shaft pushes through the bars of the cage, desperate for my touch, and so very badly missing the freedom of a hard-on . Somehow slave always seems to forget once My thighs are nestled around his throat, he's completely are my mercy . There's a good boy, come meet my friend, Mr. Sandman. My beta boy fades in and out to the sounds of his keys danging around my neck. He wakes up sniffing Me and thanking his lucky stars to serve loc... Show more