True Fetish: Entrapped Under My Floor - Full

She killed the lights. A green night-vision lens caught the narrow box set into the floorboards. He hung there, upright, wrists cinched to the corners of his steel cage. The blonde woman in black latex climbed down through the hatch. Her heels clicked once on the lid before she dropped in behind him. Her gloved hand slipped through the bars, found his cock, gave one slow, deliberate stroke. The skin was smooth, circumcised, already twitching. He jerked. She whispered hot against the back of his neck and squeezed harder, fingers locking until his breath went short and sharp. "Scream." The word slid out with a grin. She struck the metal bars with her crop. The noise ricocheted inside the steel coffin. He shouted, voice ricocheting back at him. She laughed once, low, and stroked him again, each pass cruel and unhurried. Sudden light flared on overhead. His eyes slammed shut. She held the bright beam right on his face until tears streaked his cheeks. "Morning, pet." Her voice was silk over a blade. The leash clipped to his collar stayed taut, her fist wrapped in the end, refusing even an inch of slack. He belonged to her, fixed in place under the floor, and she reminded him with every slow, merciless tug.