Gooning for Inanna’s Thigh-high Doc Marten Boots While Locked in the Cage

Locked in the cage as I tease you with my thigh-high Doc Martens, I slide the cold steel cage door shut behind you with a metallic clang that makes your locked-up cock twitch in its plastic prison. On the other side of the bars, I’m toying with your mind. You’re eye-level with the laces, close enough to smell the leather but far enough to taste nothing but denial. I tease you with the toe of my boot tap, tap, tap right against the bars, promising a single lick if you hump the air hard enough. Seven minutes feels like seven hours when my boots are your entire universe: the creak of the leather, the click of the heel, and the way I grind the sole against the cage until your pre-cum paints the floor. By the time I finally unlock you, you’re so consumed you can’t even beg, just drool, throb, and whisper my name. Ready to crawl in and find out if my Docs let you cum or just kick you deeper into addiction?