As Lady Nora gazed down at her newly acquired slave, she marveled at the look of utter submission on his face. He had just signed a contract that bound him to her for life, agreeing to be her personal property in every sense of the word. His cock, secured in a robust cage, was proof of his perpetual chastity and obedience to her every whim.
Satisfied with his acquiescence, Lady Nora moved forward, straddling his chest and sitting down forcefully on his locked-up member. She let out a satisfied sigh as she felt the head of his cock press painfully against her giddy ass. Her full, round cheeks mashed against his face, suffocating him as she leaned back.
"That's right," she purred, her breasts wiggling hypnotically in front of him. "You're mine now. I can do whatever I want with you, whenever I want." She paused, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "And if I want to use you as a footstool, a doormat... or to put my mistress ass on your face, then I will."
With each breath, Lady Nora's ass squeezed tighter around his neck, making it hard for him to breathe. His cock was trapped under her impossibly curvy body, the steel cage cold against his skin. He could feel the warmth of her pussy against his chin, taunting him with the pleasure he could never experience again.
"But don't worry," she continued, her voice velvety soft. "I won't keep you here forever. I'll let you up for air... eventually." She rose from his face slowly, relishing the sight of him gasping for breath. "Just remember," she added with a wink, "this is what being at my mercy feels like. From now on, I decide everything."
Her words echoed in his mind as she walked away, leaving him there to contemplate his new reality. He had signed up for a lifetime of enslavement, and now he would have to live with the consequences. His body belonged to Lady Nora, his mind bent to her will, and his cock trapped in a cage that might never be opened again.
The thought both terrified and exhilarated him, and he couldn't help but wonder what would come next. Would she use him as a human ashtray? Make him clean her toes with his tongue? The possibilities were endless, and he was helpless to resist her. As the sounds of her heels faded away, he knew one thing for sure: his life would never be the same again.
