Gone with the Whip stands tall, her commanding presence filling the room as she surveys the caged man before her. Her high heels click against the floor with each step, drawing attention to her long, shapely legs and the strappy black stilettos that adorn her feet. Shesmirks as she approaches the cage, her eyes locked on the growing bulge in the prisoner's pants, a clear sign of the arousal she intends to exploit. With a flourish, she produces a large, menacing strapon, its ridged surface promising a punishing delight. Leaning in close, her warm breath whispers against the bars as she begins to tease, her foot sliding against the man's confined form, toes tracing the contours of his crotch.
