A modern, high-end lounge. Jessica sits on a velvet throne-chair, legs crossed. You are positioned at her feet, confined and waiting.
The socks encased him completely, from feet to thighs, and then, in a flash of divine magic, a small, intricately designed cage appeared around him. The cage was as delicate as it was formidable, adorned with patterns that shimmered with a light that seemed almost... divine.
The Dynamics of FemDom and Financial/Psychological Submission