Mummified and Edged, Then Left Trembling

Come closer, acolyte. I want you to see him like this. Mummified, arms overhead, standing helpless on a little stool while I sit beside him in my fishnet dress and corset belt. I take his cage off and slip his ring in. I try for an edge record, but he’s too scared. We only reach three. So I make a soft, cruel choice. I leave him there, cock exposed, aching, unable to touch. I say goodbye and walk away, knowing you’ll remember the way he trembled. And maybe imagine what I’d do to you.