Once you’re locked in my electric cage, you re not in control… I am.
I catch you in waves of electrifying pleasure, switching between pulses of stimulation and slow, torturous stroking. You’re made to release. Again. And again. Your moans feed me. Your surrender fuels me.
If you own an electric impulse cage, this scene is crafted to overpower you.
Let me command your climax until you re drained, obedient, and aching for my next session.
