A Gilded Cage

Elise's got Kino Payne trapped in a full-body cage on the floor. Two openings cut into the steel—one for his face, one for his cock and balls. She uses both. First she plants her shiny black combat boot through the lower opening and stomps down hard. His cock flattens under the sole, and she grinds until he grunts. She pulls back and kicks him—once, twice—square in the nuts. Metal rattles. Pain echoes. She steps over to the face slot, lifts her boot, and orders him to clean it. Tongue drags across grit and dried filth while she watches. She gives him the other sole, same treatment. Then the real torture starts. Elise squats over the opening, bare cunt inches from his mouth. She tells him to show her what that tongue can do. He strains, licking air, desperate. She dips lower, lets him taste heat, then pulls back before contact. Again. Again. Close enough to drive him crazy, never close enough to satisfy. She smiles. Maybe after hours more in that cage, practicing, he’ll earn the real thing. Maybe not.