Part I. Diane had put Trevor in a chastity cage. Now she was auctioning off his key. “Okay, girlfriends, let the festivities begin!” Announced Diane. In the living room were a dozen or so young women. Diane was in charge. She wore leather pants, a leather bustier, and a pair of velvet gloves that came up to her elbows. Her “fuck-me” boots had laces almost to her knee. Her jet black eye shadow matched her jet black lipstic...