Caged Heat: My Slave’s Pierced Surrender

The living room dims as I slam the door. Heart thuds heavy. She’s there, my bitch, curled in the steel cage. Midday punishment for her slip-up. Pierced tits strain against bars, nipples ringed with heavy hoops tugging down. Cunt lips glint, four steel rings framing her slick folds. Tubes riveted through, gaping slightly, begging. Skin flushed, sweat beads on thighs. I circle slow. Breath quickens hers. Pulse hammers in my veins. Key jingles. She whimpers, eyes wild, half fear, half fire. Door creaks open. Chains rattle as I yank her out by the neck chain linking her tit rings. Knees hit floor. Crawl, bitch. Ass high, no panties, skirt hiked. I grab the leash from her cunt ring. Tug hard. She gasps, juices drip. Fingers trace piercings. Twist nipple bar. She arches, moan escapes. Heart races mine now. Cock throbs against pants. Smell her musk, ripe, desperate. Slap ass cheek. Red blooms instant. More. Harder. She bucks, chains clink. Bind wrists behind with quick cuffs. Face down, cheeks spread. Inspect. Rivets gleam, ready for rods. Insert thin one slow. She shudders, clit swells. Fever builds. Sweat slicks us both. I strip. Cock springs free, veins pulsing. Rub head on her pierced lips. She strains back, hungry. Not yet. Whip out martinet. Lashing thighs. Skin heats, welts rise. Her cries fuel me. Breath ragged. Urgency claws. Possession surges, animal.