After a night of solitary confinement, I return to my slave with my companion, Dula. Dula dons shiny red boots with towering, sharp heels, while I am adorned in black leather boots, also with high and piercing heels. The cage has a unique opening at the top, designed to allow our legs to enter while we sit comfortably on the edge. Our heels scratch and pierce, providing moments of respite for the slave to shower us with kisses and licks of adoration. We torment his abdomen and back, but we also make sure to focus on his hands and tongue, which we pin to the edge of the cage. As we prepare to depart, we engage in a classic act of sadism, dragging our heels across an open palm lying on the floor… will he be able to avoid them?