When you live with me, there are rules to follow. First and foremost, we must capture and train that wild and wretched villain between your legs. Just as your heart is locked inside of me and held captive, your cock shall be subdued and contained by my metal cage. Let your eyes crawl from the bottom of my impossibly high metal silver platform high heels, up my shapely legs, over my sweet thighs, and stop at the shiny treat between my legs. The clear chair allows you to see everything under my seat. My ass. My panty-free treasure. This slick black shiny latex two-piece top and skirt set fits me like a glove. Which image bitch-slaps your vision first: the shine from my lubed latex, or the blinding light from the reflection on my MEGA heels? Perhaps it's the flash of metal peeking out from between my thighs. I think you know what the leather leash is for. Bow before me and present your penis. Sacrifice its freedom to me. Go into lockdown. Welcome to your new life of servitude and powerlessness, and rejoice in the fact that you will be owned and controlled by the ultimate Sensual Sadist...who absolutely adores taking ownership of all of your orgasms. All of your life.