{"product_id":"2940154581964","title":"A Punishment Enema for the Billionaire in Chastity","description":"\u003cp\u003eSneak Peak:\u003cbr\u003eLaura—if that was her real name, but Simon doubted it—must have been new to the world of sex slavery. Perhaps she had been only recently trafficked or maybe she had been a porn star or, more likely than not, she had been one of the girls they used to pleasure the rich men. Congressmen, CEOs and mob bosses all gathered in New York to feast on the temptations these women offered. They took them dancing and dining and flew them all over the world in private jets. Simon knew because he had been one of those men, at least until his debts had gotten the better of him.\u003cbr\u003eNo matter what he had been—or what Laura had been—they were both here now, in the lowest pit of the sex slave industry. The men here watched former prostitutes entice former billionaires in a fate worse than death for the later. The masters forced enslaved men like Simon, clad in chastity cages, to gather in front of former colleagues for their amusement. Men he had once dined with, golfed with, whored with, gawked at his penis in a trap. Every day they watched him through a two-way mirror, and every day they saw his cock strain against the metal cage when a beautiful woman entered the room. These former prostitutes were also there to be punished because each of them was outfitted with a pair of metal panties. These started at the waist and covered the entire front and went through the ass like a thong. They squeezed the female body so hard there was no way she could slip a finger through to gain a moment of solace. They were both trapped in a white, empty room that was well-lit. They could move around freely and touch each other; their only restraints were the cages.\u003cbr\u003eLaura backed away from the glass slowly. Then she whirled around and faced Simon head-on. “I know you,” she breathed.\u003cbr\u003eShit. She easily could have known him. Perhaps he had slept with her in the brothels upstairs, back when he was wealthy and powerful. He prayed to God she would not recognize him. You see, the men behind the glass were not the only people who could punish Simon’s poor cock or ass. The prostitute in the room could ravage his members too. She could request a dildo or strap-on to punish his bottom, a straight jacket to tie up his body; she could do anything she wanted as long as it did not involve the removal of her own chastity device.\u003cbr\u003e\"You're Simon Masters.\"\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Elizabeth Barton-Toile","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47083124195568,"sku":"2940154581964","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940154581964_p0.jpg?v=1764116664","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940154581964","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}