I decide you’ve taken enough, so I put you back in your cage. You belong locked, and I enjoy watching you struggle as the bars close around you again. I press my massager against you through the cage and make you brace for every pulse. You can’t move. You can’t think. All you can do is take what I give you. I control the pace, the pressure, the moment you fall apart. When you finally cum, I make sure you know it only happened because I allowed it. Caged, used, and emptied for Wednesday.