Life Could Be A Dream... Part Two
Ah, ha ha, so cute. You're quivering a little bit. Is this a little bit too much? Do you want to back out?
Too bad. You're my little sex-slave now, and you'll do whatever you want or you'll never have relief again.
I should tell you: that's not actually my ex-boyfriends old cock cage. I bought that one myself, and had it specially modified. It's completely impossible to crack open, and the locks are special, too. They're the nice, expensive kind - a paperclip or a pick isn't going to cut it. So if you were thinking about turning around and embarrasing yourself in front of a locksmith, be my guest. The keys are well hidden - somewhere you can't even get to them in the night. That's something my boyfriend used to do when he was alone: hide the keys in public places so that he couldn't get at them in the night when he wanted them the most. Of course, there was always the chance that some janitor would find them and toss them out - and then he'd be locked up forever!