You got five minutes. That’s it. I lie beside you, half-draped across your leg, and take your cage off just long enough to make you ache. I stroke you. I whisper to you. I tease you with my tits and my touch until you’re throbbing and helpless. Then I lock you right back up. My fingers trail across your cage while you twitch, still hard and aching, not knowing when you’ll be allowed out again. My long blonde hair spills over your cock like silk. I smile. And I don’t tell you when I’ll be back.