She crates you

As you lay there, fearful of what Angela is going to do, you still cant help be in complete awe of the naked beauty above you. You can do nothing but stare as she bends down and grasps your collar with both of her hands. She quickly and forcefully yanks on it, forcing you up and back into your hands and knees. Though you're not at all resisting, her strength is still made clear, especially as she continues to pull, this time guiding you towards the large crate on the other side of the room.

"I'm not usually a fan of crate training." She says, letting go of your collar only to shove you completely into the crate, latching and locking the door behind you. "But clearly you'll need it."

You sink your head down, attempting to rest your abused neck.

"That's right, you should be ashamed." She says.

No good would come from correcting her, so you continue to stay silent as Angela sits down on the floor just outside your new cage.

"You'll have to stay in here untill I can trust you to be a good boy." She says while adjusting her position on the floor. "This is a punishment for me too you know." She leans back, supporting herself with one hand "I was really looking forward to letting you fuck me."

Angela spreads her legs apart, once again putting herself fully on display to you, though this time there is truly nothing you can do. You watch regretfully as her other hand moves in front of her, slipping itself inbetween her open legs.

"I was ready to let you ride me all night." She says as she pushes a finger against her clearly moist lips, easily sliding it past them.

You feel yourself drooling as you watch her slowly gliding her finger in and out of herself, swirling it around in a circular motion ever so slightly.

"And believe it or not, but I would have allowed even more than just doggy style." She teases as her second finger moves in, gently massaging her clit. "Mhhhm... You could of had me any way you wanted." She arches back a bit, allowing her fingers even more access.

It's not lost on you that she's not just doing this for herself, she's showing off, taunting you with her own pleasure; and it's working.

You feel the tip of your cock pressing itself into your stomach as you watch Angela's head tilt back. Her hand motions get faster and a bit more agressive as she bites her lower lip.

"I can just imagine all of the things we could have done." She moans.

Unfortunately for you, you can imagine as well. Your cock pulses and twitches, desperately wishing to be inside of her. Your hand instinctively moves to grab onto it, but you pause. Surely jerking yourself off wouldn't fall under dog like behavior but you also dont know how long you'll be able to stand doing nothing.