I've gone into great detail about your new life under lock and key for me, in "Chastity Ever After." I put you into a fantastical sub space under the wet dream of being under my ownership and now you're dripping from your cage - either literally or in your mind. Now I'm going to take our relationship to the next level, with a dramatic yet natural shift. With your cock tied and tamed, my keys jingling between my fingers and tapping against my teeth and lips, you are open to... suggestion. And I suggest you get comfortable with my big, black, shiny cock. It's as slick and jet-black as the latex bustier and miniskirt that clings to my skin with silicone lube. A perfect complement to the gunmetal sheen of the impossibly high 10" platforms on my stiletto high heeled shoes. My legs are reflective with the mirror finish of lubed flesh. Fall into the trance of a caged and dripping dick hole, straining against your imprisonment, throbbing for me, your senses simultaneously dulled and hyper-focused, with the echo of keys twinkling in your ears. Repeating over and over, "This is home." Open up your orifices for me, with every meditative breath. Now you are an object for me, a mass of desire and willingness. I want to fuck your holes as I please. I want to use you as a person-less fuck toy, if only to demonstrate my power over your body and mind and to reinforce your degradation. Even when it's not humiliating - it is truly degrading. My proverbial foot pressed to your cheek, slowly and inevitably lowering your entire being down down down to the space beneath the floor. This is your life sentence: locked and fucked, in permanent servitude to an unreachable Goddess who uses her sexuality like a prison warden uses bars, locks and night sticks.