Nathan knelt in the center of the living room, naked except for the steel chastity cage Simone had locked him into days ago. His hands rested flat on his thighs, eyes downcast, back straight. Every muscle in his body was tight with restraint.
He hadn’t been touched since the punishment.
Simone hadn’t said a word all morning, just dressed slowly while he waited at her feet like a well-trained pet. The collar dug into his neck. The cage throbbed around his aching c**k. And still, she offered nothing—no praise, no attention.
Then, the doorbell rang.
Nathan tensed.
Simone’s heels clicked across the floor. The sound always made him dizzy. Her power wasn’t in her voice—it was in her silence. In the pause before pain. In the absence of permission.
She opened the door.
“Right on time,” she
