Your trembling body drops to its knees before me, slave, broken after one hundred days locked in a cage, your cock pounding uselessly, your mind shattered and desperate for my touch. My heels click as I stand over you, the camera catching every twitch, while my fingers dangle the key that has controlled your pathetic existence. I unlock the cage and peel it away to reveal your swollen, leaking flesh, while the scent under your nose sends your body melting and your will slipping away. My black silk panties slide down just enough, clinging to my pussy, and I count—ten, nine, eight—each number tightening my hold on your soul as your cock pulses 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 and taste your shame while I prepare the cage. Next time, it will be a year, if you’re lucky.