Mistress Seraphine entered behind him, silent as ever. “You’ve forgotten your name,” she said. “Good. Names are for…

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

The second strike was slower. She pressed her hand to his chest, grounding him, before slamming her palm…

“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….