He lay, with his head in her lap, as she smiled down at him. He was bound, his arms fastened behind him, hands useless, encased in thick leather mitts. He whimpered softly as her PVC gloved hand moved across his face, stroking then holding, keeping him in place, as her other hand wandered up under the short skirt she had made him wear. His moan intensified as she softly caressed his balls, her index finger tracing the locked cage, his hips bucking against her. “Steady now.” She giggled. “You’re staying caged up, until I decide I’m ready to extract my cum from you.” He moaned at her words, her fingers gently stroking across his mouth. “And once I have it, you’ll be caged again. I’m not having you waste any of my cum. And I’m sure it will help to keep you in line, and obedient.” She smiled at him. “But that is for later. First I’m going to use your body. Your holes. Your mind.” As she spoke, she slid two fingers into his mouth, teasing, exploring. “You don’t actually know how depraved I can be. But you’re about to find out.” He looked up at her, helplessly, as she spoke, a third finger joining the others in his mouth. “Before I start on you, there is a serious question I have to ask.” “You obviously know your safeword. But I need to ask, is crying a safeword? If i make you cry, do you want me to stop?” His eyes widened as he looked at her, an odd growl coming from his mouth, around her fingers. “Oh, I know. But you are going to be debased and degraded today - and I want to be sure I know what you can take.” He thought for a second, and shook his head, fairly sure that she wouldn’t be pushing him that hard. She laughed again, her hand dropping to toy with the collar at his throat. “Good. It’s funny, you almost made that feel like a challenge…..”