And still trapped...

"How are you doing, pet?" you can hear the question as the door opens. From behind, Mr. Garcia grabs both of your breasts, gives them a squeeze, then his fingers latch onto your erect nipples.

"Mhm!" you groan, your vagina moist from the arousal.

He lets go of your nipples, and you can hear the cage’s door opened. Your leash grabbed and pulled, you are escorted out of the cage, and you are brought to a kneeling position in front of him. You can hear a zipper pulled down, and his erect cock is pushed against your face.

"You really want to have this in, don’t you?" he asks, the cock moved back and forth on your skin in a rhythmic fashion.

You nod.

"That’s right. You are a good ****," he says.

You nod.

He unlocks your ballgag, and you wrap your lips around the cock. However he grabs your hair in a fist, and pulls your head back.

"What are you, Aarla?" he asks.

"I’m a ****, Master," you answer.

He slaps you in the face.

"Whose **** you are?" he asks.

"I’m your ****, Master," you answer.

He slaps you in the face again.

"Louder," he demands.

"I am your ****, Master!" you raise your voice.

He slaps you in the face again.

"Louder," he demands.

"I am your ****, Master!" you raise your voice.

He slaps you in the face again.

"Louder," he demands.

"I am your ****, Master!" you say, your vocal cords at a fraction.

"Excellent, pet," he says.

Your face burning in pain, you don’t forget to open your mouth and stick your tongue out. A second later, he pulls your head forward, your hair let go so you could suck his cock. You do the best job you possibly could. Then as he comes, he grabs your hair again, pushes his cock down your throat, and sends his semen inside you.

Then he slaps you in the face again.

"Didn't we forget something, Aarla?" he asks.

"Thank your for getting your semen inside me!" you say aloud.

He slaps you in the face again.

"Inside me, who?" he asks.

"Thank your for getting your semen inside me, Master!" you say aloud.

"Louder," he demands.

"Thank your for getting your semen inside me, Master!" you say aloud.

"Louder," he demands.

"Thank your for getting your semen inside me, Master!" you say, your vocal cords at a fraction.

"Excellent, pet," he says.

He grabs your head again, and your mouth still open, he spits in it.

"Thank you, Master!" you say aloud.

He slaps you in the face.

"Thank you for what?" he asks.

"Thank you for spitting in my mouth, Master!" you say aloud.

He slaps you in the face again.

"Louder," he demands.

"Thank you for spitting in my mouth, Master!" you say, your vocal cords at a fraction.

"Excellent, pet," he says.

Your head still pulled back, and your face hurting, you keep taking rapid breaths. This display of crude power; the extent of control he has over your body as his subject turns you on beyond measure. But instead of getting fucked in the vagina, what you are so awaiting, he grabs your leash and drags you on your feet. The heels and the tip of the ballett boots now supporting your weight.

"And now we will have some more walking," he says, and he starts leading you in the cargohold.

**** for an orgasm, you tiptoe after him in the ridiculous heels. But all you do is stumble, and Mr. Garcia has to yank your leash upwards numerous times to save you from a fall.

"Mhmm!!!"

"Mhmm!!!"

"Mhmm!!!"

You grunt again and again. You know that you need to walk steadily if you want to get your orgasm. But you can’t do it. You just can't. It is an unfair challenge. And no matter how hard you try you are unable to do it.

"How would you rate your performance?" he asks once the show is over, and you are knelt down (presumably in front of the cage) again.

"I’m sorry that I disappointed you, Master," you say.

He slaps you in the face.

"Louder," he demands.

"I’m sorry that I disappointed you, Master!" you say aloud.

He slaps you in the face again.

"Louder," he demands.

"I’m sorry that I disappointed you, Master!" you say, your vocal cord at a fraction.

Your mouth still open, he pushes his erect cock inside, the end of the shaft down your throat. You start to suck on it like the good **** you are, and his semen is delivered on your tongue. After that, you expect to be fed perhaps. But he slaps you in the face again.

"Thank your for getting your semen inside me, Master!" you say aloud, already realizing your error.

"Louder," he demands.

"Thank your for getting your semen inside me, Master!" you say, your vocal cords at a fraction.

"Excellent, pet," he says, and you are locked back in the cage. "We will continue where we left off tomorrow," he says, and you can hear the door closed with a hissing sound.

Frustrated, you start to struggle in the straitjacket, your hips moved sideways as your body yearns for the stimulation. But there is no way you could get an orgasm while your hands are enclosed in the material. After about an hour of constant struggle and numerous grunts as you bite on the gag, you decide to settle in for the night, determined that tomorrow you will do better.