The sun shines brightly in my eyes, waking me from the comfort of a restful sleep. I turn towards my assailant, and there on the wall, slightly crooked and mocking me – hangs the subtle reminder “Be My Bitch”.
“Oh yeah, we’re playing this game again.” I feel desire begin to rise up inside me, but it is met with resistance from the cold steel cage that encases my forced-flaccid cock completely. Desire turns into pain as I realize my dilemma and the blood begins to rush. My cock contorts and pushes against the bars, leaving dents and an ache in my stomach that won’t go away until my arousal subsides. I get up, and force myself into the day – to forget about it as best I can. I know she’s not thinking about it right now. She’s got up early, dressed herself well, and went off to do important work that makes a difference in the world. She’s an elegant businesswoman. She’s so sexy. I bet she smells good.