Uncaged for torment

You thought being locked was the worst part—silly little thing. But the real torment starts once I let you out. This isn't freedom. This is exposure. Vulnerability. Obedience with no excuses. Now you're uncaged, trembling, swollen, desperate... and entirely mine to ruin. Every stroke from here is mine. Every twitch, every moan, every second of pleasure? Controlled. Designed. Inflicted. You're not free—you're just uncaged for torment. And I'm going to make sure you feel exactly what that means.