Your trembling form kneels before me, slave, broken after one hundred days caged, your cock throbbing uselessly, your mind a shattered mess craving my touch. my heels click as i tower over you, camera capturing every twitch, my fingers dangling the key that’s ruled your pathetic existence. i unlock the cage, peeling it away to reveal your swollen, leaking flesh, and encouraged aroma under your nose, your body melting as the rush drns your will. my black silk panties slide down just enough, clinging to my pussy, and i count—ten, nine, eight—each number tightening my grip on your soul, your cock pulsing with every tempting shift of my hips. one hundred days, slave. you came on my panties when i counted to one. now suck every drop through the silk, tasting your shame while i prepare the cage—next time, a year, if you’re lucky.