The Dominatrix's Feminized Sissy: Femdom Erotic Chastity Humiliation Romance

I never meant to lock Everett into this. But the moment he knelt in my loft, smooth skin bare under my gaze, the cage became the only way to keep him close without losing everything. Now he sits beside me in meetings, satin stretched tight, his every breath a reminder that I own his release and his shame.

Investors see the crimson in my hair and the command in my voice. They never see the metal cage pressing against his trousers or the way my hand lingers on his thigh under the glass table. The risk of exposure should terrify me. Instead it sharpens the ache.

His eyes meet mine in the narrow alcove as I hold the open cage between us. One click and he is mine completely. One refusal and I lose the only man who lets me break him.