

Good morning, pet. Isn’t it precious how just the glint of my key makes you ache?
I’m fully covered, sipping coffee in a turtleneck, and you’re throbbing in a cage.
It’s a quiet kind of cruelty, isn’t it? The way I can make you ache through layers of soft wool and calm words.
You’re not just caged, you’re conditioned.
This isn’t about arousal. It’s about obedience.