I put his dick in the aluminum cage before locking it with the ring through a tiny pad lock. He was getting suffocated under my bottom, I shaken my bi... butt over his face to make the most out of it. I started to unmount from his face, his face was red bruised as soon as I got off.He had much creep roaming in his eyes as he watched his penis locked inside the cage. I ordered him to follow me. Tushar had his feet moving in some discomfort due to the additional load of the cage over his pubic. Many women also had a crush on me and wanted to marry me because of my wealth. But I wanted true love.My parents were worried about me and looked for girls regularly. Finally, they met a girl about same my age and they agreed to the marriage. My meeting with the girl was fixed and we met in a 5-star hotel.When I saw her, I was happy. She was not one of the most beautiful but looked fine. She looked like a typical middle-class woman wearing a saree. We talked and she told me that she had to make. It still sounded raspy when I continued, unable to hide my nervousness, “it’s both. Mostly the mental thing at first, though, giving up the power, letting things be done to me.” I bit my lip, searching to find the right words. “Pleasing my Mistress is a big part of it too, knowing how much she enjoys to have that power.” The fingers on my shoulders picked up their ministrations, which I hadn’t realized before that she had stopped. A tentative smile formed tugged at my lips. “But the pain is. “We can't do this.” “ Why not?” He asked. “ You have to whip me,” I said. “Six before, and six after.” “ She's not my boss,” he said. “I don't have to do everything she says.” “ Six,” I said. “Before and after.” “ We could just say we did it,” he said. “ I can't believe you,” I said. “How did Leanne end up with such an immoral liar as you? I could never look her in the eye again.” “ You're as stubborn as she said you were,” he said. “ You should have known me in high school,” I said..