Hours Passed. Or days. He was blindfolded most of the time now. Spoken to only when necessary. He…

“You crawl well,” she said. “But posture is not obedience. Still too much pride behind your spine.” She…

He couldn’t. The cage throbbed between his legs, tight and unyielding. No arousal. No release. Only pressure. Pain….

The words should have made him laugh. But they didn’t. Because as she stepped closer, she radiated not…

Boot worship was a fetish Santa had never indulged in before, but as he found himself on the…