At the House of Sinn, surrounded by the dazzling Goddess Alexandra Snow, Goddess Scarlett Lush, and Giada, our plan was simple: use the caged chattels below. But the second we slipped into seductive lingerie and looked at one another, everything changed. Desire flared for ourselves instead. Why waste time with trapped boys downstairs when women do it better? While the chattels remained confined, helpless and ignored, I kissed Alexandra, and the chemistry between us was undeniable. Scarlett and Giada couldn’t resist the heat and joined in, creating a wave of arousal just beyond the reach of the desperate men. Scarlett’s lips explored Alexandra’s curves, and my eyes feasted on her bare breasts, hidden treasures the locked boys would never get to see. They caught only the slightest glimpse of discarded lingerie and nothing more. We traded places, tasted, touched, and melted into one another, an orgy of passion unfolding above while they stayed caged below, tormented by the sounds of pleasure they would never share. Their view was only our boots. Their frustration was delicious. And when the foreplay left us aching for more, we left them locked up and longing, retreating to the bedroom to indulge ourselves fully. Their ultimate torment? Knowing. Hearing. Never touching.