By MarkNorth
He is locked in the cage his eyes pleading with me over the top of the gag. His wrists and ankles weighed down by the heaviest shackles that I have; with short, heavy chains limiting his every movement. He is not happy – but I could care less.
It is obvious that he finally regrets his decision to become my prisoner. They never believe that it is for “real” until it is too late. They love the idea of being a prisoner or a slave or losing control – the excitement of the fantasy. So they blissfully agree to sign the contract or lock the collars on.