I sighed for a second, then smiled and walked calmly to the cage.  When it came down to it, I only had three skills.  Dancing lewdly, talking dirty, and holding back my orgasm.  Of them, the third skill was my strongest.  But my skills weren't my only option, here.<br/><br/>Once I was in the cage, I began dancing.  Slowly, seductively, my hips swaying sexually and my hands sliding up and down my body repeatedly.  As I danced, my leotard changed shape against my skin, forming a submissive sex suit made of black latex.  it wasn't long before a length of fancy red bondage tape coiled upwards and started dancing with me, snaking along my flexible body.  Once I was sure the spell was complete and the rope was completely under my spell, I slowed my dance to a stop and assumed the position, allowing the bondage rope to tie me up, seemingly of its own volition.  With my arms behind my back, leaving my tits hanging, one leg folded beneath me, and the other hanging in the air, my pussy was fully exposed and vulnerable.  I was ready to be used.