We hadn't even noticed we had been conducting our entire conversation whilst sitting atop a cage containing a naked man. Naked except for a chain around his neck. On all fours he crouched, his fingers gripping the bars of the cage. So absorbed we were with one another, this man below our butts went unnoticed... until a black latex creature appeared beside us and casually inserted the heel of her savage stiletto through the cage to tickle the man's exposed ribs. For a moment we glanced down to observe her action, and how the man responded, with a wince, cowering, yet oozing pleasure from his naked pores. Oozing the agony of denial and the delay of gratification. He oozed the scent of submission. His face was turned down to the cage floor, damp with his own sweat and need, a willing captive in his own fantasy.