Wearing delicate gold lingerie, I enjoy the sight of my slave in the cage from my bed. He is desperately trying to pleasure himself, which I don t approve of and stop. First, I tie his hands outside the bars, then I secure his feet and bind his upper body so tightly that he can no longer stimulate himself against the cold bars.
Since he s still trying to stick his cock through the bars, I reach for the foil. I wrap the entire cage until it is completely isolated. As a cruel tease, I poke a tiny hole in the foil. His only chance for contact. But the hole is deliberately placed so that he has to contort himself to push his cock through. I am thoroughly amused by his pitiful attempts.
After he has finally managed, with the greatest of effort, to thread his tail through the narrow hole, I play my final move. I demonstratively unlock the cage and declare him free. But freedom is a lie. The thick layers of plastic hold the door firmly shut, and he remains rigidly trapped in his
