Boy in a Cage

Arson Leigh stands there in black shiny latex that clings like a second skin, fishnet stockings stretched over her legs, spikes jabbing up from her heels. Miles stays locked in his cage, chained, blindfolded, metal hook buried deep in his ass. She wants him scared. One wrong move and he stays put. Electricity rips through him. The cane cracks across his skin. She drops into a squat, pussy inches from his face, letting him smell what he can’t touch. A fat dildo on a stick gets shoved into his mouth, then she rams the same toy into his stretched hole. Later she rigs him up in full suspension, spikes under his bare feet. The cane finds the soft spots on his thighs, his arches. She straps on her cock and drives into him while her fist works his shaft. Miles whines, Arson laughs like it’s the best sound she’s ever heard. Her toes push between his lips, then she plants her cunt on his face and grinds until his tongue finds the spot she wants. A fishnet stocking gets looped around his dick; she sucks him stiff, climbs on, and takes every inch. She rides hard, cums loud, and squirts across his stomach. She licks it up, spits the mess into his open mouth, then finishes him with a quick, rough hand until he pumps a thick load and collapses, wrecked and grateful.