The Perfect Prison: Locktober Inspection

On your knees, you're locked up tight. Tighter and tighter in the cage encasing My property. There will be no escape, no unlocking. Knees apart for My chastity inspection, slave. I could tease you with My sheer stocking legs, My forbidden fruit, the keys I hold dangling around My ankle and on My neck.. But I want you to focus on nothing but the cage bars pressing deeply against you, holding My property tight and secure without mercy. Feel My grip, My control, My perfect prison!