0 comments/ 9754 views/ 1 favorites The Cage By: Cerri The Mage had not been seen since that night in the maze. The Emperor was in a foul mood. She neither attended meals, nor responded to his messages. She simply remained in her rooms, silent and guarded. He could hardly think of anything else; she apparently had other things on her mind. This ate him away. He sat in the Great Hall, pushing his food around, a maid on his lap trying to entice him to eat. Finally growing thoroughly disgusted, he shoved her to the floor and left through the back exit, to the hall that eventually connected to his rooms. He heard the deafening silence as he stormed from the Hall, but he hardly cared. Some form of enchantment was upon him and he wanted an explanation. As he turned the corner and entered the next corridor, he heard the music pick up a merry tune as a familiar voice called for a dance. He stopped. He thought about returning and confronting her there, but then thought better of it and made his way instead to a hidden view port above the dining area. As he suspected the Mage had decided to grace them with her presence; and what a presence she made. She wore a stunning gown; her hair was plated and covered with glittering, beaded netting. She danced and whirled around the room, performing a grand portrayal of a ritual hunt. It was a dance most commonly performed by younger girls just reaching the age of courting, an announcement of their status. It was her favorite as a youth. She exaggerated the moves and gestures in a merry mockery of the routine; she had the entire hall laughing…and lusting. Such was the power of his Mage, when the mood was upon her. His father had chosen her well; he saw her power early on and nurtured her, no, pampered her from the beginning. He resented that as a boy, but now he saw the wisdom of it. The Emperor found himself smiling and tapping along to the tune, in spite of himself. He wound back through the corridors to the hall and entered as he had exited. No one noticed. He returned to his seat and lifted the maid back into his lap, nibbling an apology into her neck and ear. She cooed and giggled, but was obviously more intrigued by the dance. The Mage finished to a hearty round of applause and bowed, laughing merrily, dodging the many groping hands and arms of his men, as she made her way to her customary chair, a few down to his left. He swung the maid over to his left knee and busied himself as she approached. She took her place and served herself a meal as if she hadn't eaten in days. Men surrounded her, teasing and flirting; even his guard was sitting next to her, bidding them let her have her sup. The Emperor was growing restless and jealous. The Mage thoroughly enjoyed herself, allowing all the attention they would lavish upon her. She was a beautiful woman, of that there was no doubt, but normally she was quiet and unadorned; her training and responsibility had quelled much of the fire she held as a youth. Tonight she was as her former self; coquettish and impish, but with a more mature, vixen quality that held much more power than the young girl she once had been. She never even so much as looked in the Emperor's direction. He grew more furious with each passing hour. Finally, she begged their forgiveness and excused herself, offering an early training session with her initiates as her excuse. She exited with subtle drama as she glided through the hall to the main archway and turned the corner, swishing skirts trailing behind. The Emperor longed to flee at that moment too, but he dare not be seen leaving at the same time. He waited until the attention of his court was occupied with music and wine and quietly slipped out the back exit. He slipped through a door not many entered or exited, to a hall that led to another set of doors that put him in the hall she must pass through on the way to her chambers. He heard her light footsteps approaching and opened the doors just as she was passing on the other side of the hall. She, of course, knew of the passage he used and fully expected him, as well she should. She turned her head in his direction, raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. "M'Lord," was all she said as she continued on her way. He fell in line. "Where do you hurry to, Mage," he asked. "My chambers, Lord," she replied casually. "May I join you? I haven't seen your chambers since you returned from your training." "Do you think that's wise Lord?" "Assuming, you continue to flirt and tease every man and woman in my court as you did tonight and reserve only your most haughty self for my attentions, no one will suspect a thing." He meant to sound flippant and humorous, but his true feelings showed nonetheless. She turned her head, raising her brow again, fury flashing through her eyes, but she never broke stride. Now facing front, she hiked up her skirts and sprinted down the hall, laughing that irresistible, impish laugh, he so fondly remembered ringing through the castle in his youth. He dashed after her, but she was quick and soon out of sight. He pursued her to her chambers and closed the door behind him; she was nowhere to be seen, but a tapestry rustled against the wall. This was the entrance to her lair. He had it made for her, but had not asked her for what purpose, nor did he really care…until now. He slipped behind the tapestry, through the open door and down a slippery flight of stone stairs. The cats announced his arrival with mighty growls and roars and eerie high-pitched calls. He proceeded cautiously; least she had released them as a joke. He snuck round a corner to an open room, but he focused solely on the cage, or rather cell, at the opposite end. The door was open and there was a rustling in the dark, back corner. He sprinted for the cell and heard the door slam just as his two feet crossed the threshold. He spun around to see her smirking, brow raised, arms folded across her chest. "My turn now," she purred. He slammed himself against the bars and rattled the door. The cats went wild, growling and roaring their own show of strength. She laughed at the cacophony. "Mage, let me out of here," he warned. "I have other things in mind, Lord," she said casually. A thin smile spread across his lips. "Ok. I'm game. What do you want?" She cocked her head for a moment and looked down, as of considering something. "See those cuffs on the side bars? Slip into them and we'll go from there." He looked over to his left and saw a set of fleece-lined leather cuffs, clamped to the bars, about 7.5 feet off the ground. "Oh, and remove your shirt first," she added. He casually removed his shirt as she watched, maintaining eye contact as he slowly moved toward the cuffs, raised his arms over his head and slipped his wrists through. "Tighten one yourself and slip your wrist through the other." He complied. She moved closer and reached up to cinch down the other cuff, but he quickly released himself and grabbed for her through the bars. He held her close, but somehow, she held a dagger at his throat and he laughed merrily as he let her go and returned to his former position, allowing her to secure the cuffs. She stepped back, a look of displeasure on her face. "That was not wise my Lord. This can be easy or it can be difficult. The choice is yours. At the moment, I see you've chosen difficult. We'll see how you feel in a little while." She turned and left with a rustle of her skirts. He stood alone, bare-chested and cuffed to the cell, facing a row of large, wild cats that paced and growled their distain for his intrusion. After a short time, she returned. She had removed her gown and was wearing a long, linen chemise. Her nipples were erect from the damp, chill air of the lair and as she passed through the candlelight, the thin fabric revealed shapely curves. She was barefoot, long hair rippling down her back. He drank her in and his desire showed. She wondered over to the cats first, petting and purring at them through the bars; they responded with the same affection. Then she came to stand before him. "Nice of you to remember me," he spat. She looked down in disappointment, shook her head and left quietly. He was infuriated. He rattled the bars of his cell, and used all his might to break the clamps that held the cuffs. He liked games but this was too much. The cats went berserk. He was sick of their watchful gaze and sick of their presence in general. He roared back at them, which only incited them to riot. A huge row ensued. The cats clawed at one another through their cages and when they found their efforts fruitless, they tore apart their cells with great fury. All but the Jaguar; that one sat back calmly, a cat's smirk on its face, not unlike the one the Mage wore as she slammed the door behind him. He calmed down and hung from the cuffs; exhausted and frustrated, he waited. She returned sometime later, wrapped in a cape of fox skins. He knew that cloak; she made it from the skins her cats brought her from the fields. The fox were like mice to them. She brought him a pot and set in on the floor in front of him as she knelt down and removed his leggings. He was tempted to let loose in her face, but thought better of it; after all she held the keys to his freedom and he so wanted to proceed with whatever was in store. He decided to be good and play along. He relieved himself while she walked over to a table and retrieved a skin of water. She brought it to her cats first, lovingly admonishing them for tearing up their 'rooms'. Then she approached her Lord. She removed the pot and reached up on her toes to give him a drink. He opened his mouth silently and watched her closely. She never met his eyes and remained impartial as she picked up the pot on her way out. She had left his leggings down around his ankles. After a time he got cold and hungry and more and more angry. He called for her and hurled insults at her. He tried to break free and set the cats off again and again. Finally, he began to quietly plot her punishment. In the deafening silence, he fell asleep to dreams of his revenge. A cool, sweet scented breeze, floated across his face. He opened his eyes with a start, ready for a trick or some attack. He was hanging by his wrists, tired, hungry, aching and a bit too vulnerable for his liking. She stood before him in the candlelight, fur cape picking up the flickering firelight. The color was stunning on her and he could see she was scantily clad beneath, as her skin picked up the red and orange light, glowing with a heat of its own. She swung the cape off her shoulders and with an expert snap, laid it on the stone floor in front of him. She stood before him, in a thin, gauze shirt that barely covered her breasts. Her panties were the same gauze, high cut and barely covering her sweet snatch. The cats growled playfully and she quickly turned to silence them, revealing a shapely bare ass, firm round cheeks, smooth skin glowing in the dim light. He watched her, bound and transfixed. He hadn't gotten a good look at her the other night in the maze, it all happened so fast and furiously. She was truly beautiful, not like the serving girls, or the overly powdered and coiffed ladies of his court. Hers was a natural grace and genuine passion that poured from her very being and infected all who stood within range; the kind that only took one look to reduce a man to a fumbling schoolboy and he was well within range. She felt his eyes on her and the growing heat emanating from his body. She turned around to face him and coyly posed a question. "Have you ever tamed a wild beast, Lord?" His mouth was dry as sand; he barely croaked his answer. "What?" She walked lightly towards him and repeated her query. "Have you ever tamed a wild beast? I have, you see, many times. There's a method I've developed that works very well." She moved closer, as she slowly removed her shirt. "First you have to show vulnerability." Her shirt was off and her nipples were erect in the cold air. She cupped her breasts with her hands and pinched her nipples hard between her thumb and forefinger, as she let her head fall back, taking in a quick sharp breath. He moved forward but met only the bars. She looked him in the face, her eyes clouded in a haze. "Then you have to tempt them with something you know they can't refuse." Her voice was different, deeper and huskier. Her hands moved slowly down her stomach, over her panties and rested on her hot crotch. She rubbed her clit slowly and tenderly, swaying her hips and rolling her head to a slow rhythm, rising from deep within. When she removed her hand and brought it to his face to mark her scent, he saw her panties were soaked through. "Once they take the bait," she continued, "you have to trap them quickly. It's cruel, but necessary." She sunk down onto the fur cape, directly in front of him and sprawled out, feet up against the bars of the cage. The sensual feeling of the fur against her skin set her off and she writhed and squirmed, hands roving her body and breasts and wet crotch. She pulled her panties to one side and raised her knees and hips as she ran her fingers through her slit. He caught a whiff of her musky scent and swelled to full erection; the four bars just in front of him were just wide enough apart to let it poke through, but not his balls. Well calculated, he thought. She sat up and continued, "Once they resign themselves to their captivity, you must reward them generously." She held her wet hand to the bars in front of his face and he strained to lick the sweet juices; but he was only meant to smell. She reached down between her legs for another swipe and brought it back to his face. He breathed deeply of her scent and moaned with desire. She stood before him and ran her hands up and down her shapely torso; now grabbing at her breasts, now pinching her nipples, now turning to show him her sweet, sweet ass, running her hands over her smooth cheeks and pulling them apart ever so slightly to reveal her swollen lips below. He bucked and rocked his hips against the bars, hoping to touch her, even briefly; she was so close. But she maintained her distance and danced a maddening snake dance for him in the candlelight. She slinked over to where she had dropped her shirt and bent, straight legged, to pick it up. She turned to face him and tied the shirt around her face, covering her eyes. She walked across the cape to his cell in perfectly measured steps; she had done this more than once. She stopped just before reaching the bars and stretched her arms to pull the length of her body against the bars and against his protruding erection. Holding the bars far above her head, she rippled up and down, lightly brushing against him wherever he could get up close. The cuffs stood out a bit from the bars and his feet were barely touching the floor, so in the end, the tip of his swollen head was all that brushed her silky skin. She moaned and sighed lightly and sweetly as she worked up and down the bars and as he looked down upon her glowing tresses, he saw the blindfold and called her given name in a pleading voice that measurably increased her passion. Her breathing quickened, her sighs gave way to deeper moans and a few growls escaped her lips, as she pressed closer to the bars and increased her pace. Suddenly, she leapt up, wrapping her legs around the bars as best she could, cinching up to reach his face and pulling his neck closer for a deep throated, passionate kiss. He leaned in, but it was quite a stretch, his arms straining more than he could bear at this point, but he dared not pull away. Her wet nether-lips were close to his head and she teased him mercilessly as she bobbed up and down, hugging the bars ad kissing him deeply. She pulled away and slid down, removing her panties as her feet touched the floor. She slid a wrist through each leg hole and twisted them round and round until they bound her wrists together. Dropping to her knees, she brought her bound wrists to his throbbing cock and took him gently in her long slim hands, caressing him with feather-light strokes, up and down his thick shaft. He longed to grab her head and push it down onto his cock, but his hands were bound and he moaned his frustration. She lowered her head in response to his unspoken plea and allowed her lips to brush his head while she continued to stroke him lightly. She moved one hand down through the bars to his balls and fondled them tenderly as she slowly parted her lips to lick the juice oozing from the slit in his head. He writhed and pulled at his cuffs, desperately trying to gain access to her mouth, but she wouldn't have it. She continued to tease him, bound and blindfolded, until his cock was dripping and his legs were shaking. Then, she stood up and turned around, raising onto her toes and bending forward to offer him a back entrance to her inner folds. She pressed her ass up against the bars and slid her lips over his head, rubbing up and down, but not letting him inside. She wouldn't let him close enough to push his way in, she just kept teasing and teasing, on an on, until he entire body shook with the tension of denied release. He cried her name over and over, pleading for her to let him enter, but she ignored him. She waited until his frustration and fatigue drove him to a whimpering mess, begging her for release. Once satisfied with his desperation, she spun round with a fury and dove head first onto his aching cock. She took him deep into her mouth in one fluid motion and wrapped her hands around the bottom of his shaft, pulling and stroking as her mouth sucked deep and hard. He looked down, mouth open and eyes wide, to see her ass rocking and swaying in perfect sync with the movements of her hands and mouth. Her tongue was busy licking and flicking up and over his head as she moaned and rocked and sucked and stroked. He was lost in a haze of ecstasy; he had waited so long for release and yet, he dreaded the inevitable ending to this bliss. She increased her pace and suction as muffled moans came from her mouth. He began to groan and buck; she held the tension and let him do his best. He thrust at her mouth again and again, finally reaching his limit, shooting hot streams of cum down her throat, over and over. She neither flinched nor gagged nor lost a beat. She sucked and sucked, taking every last drop, lessening the pressure as he began to recede. She rolled his softening flesh around her mouth with her tongue and popped it in and out with her lips. She sucked and teased, kissing and licking then taking him in again and again in a sweet rhythm that drove him mad. Her hands were through the bars, caressing his balls, stroking and pulling, slapping lightly, then harder. She kept it up until he was limp in her mouth, then, pulling off gently, she blew cool air through her lips to dry him sweetly. She rose from her crouch and walked around the cell to the door. She opened the door and entered to where his body hung from his wrists, exhausted and spent. She eased herself between him and the bars and reached up to unlock the cuffs. He fell down around her neck and shoulders as she freed him. She supported him with her body as they slowly walked from the cell to a fine mattress covered with velvet and piled high with pillows of all shapes and sizes. She laid him on the pillows and he sunk in deeply, grateful for the comfort. She walked to a table and retrieved a jar, a skin of water and a bowl with steam rising forth. She returned to the bed, laid the items on a table nearby and lit some soothing incense. The Emperor began to relax and gave a heavy sigh. The Mage joined him on the bed. "You were beautiful my Lord," she purred, "hanging helplessly by your wrists." She dipped a hand into the jar and rubbed a soothing salve into his aching shoulders and arms and wrists and hands. His circulation began to return and she moved down to his chest and sides. She lovingly massaged his pains away with her miraculous cream and he felt invigorated…and hungry. He moaned deeply as she continued to work his muscles. The Cage Thinking back at all my years of sexual experience, the one that I can recall most was one I called the cage. This was the most erotic experience of my teenage years. It all started when I was living in Hawaii, I had already lost my virginity awhile ago. well one night me and my boyfriend , along with a bunch of our friends decided to go to one of the out door raves. We got there early and started to dance and do a little drinking. It was a hot night and the beer and the dancing added to the heat even more. By the time ten o’clock rolled around I was a little tipsy. I remember the loud music and a lot of people and flashing lights. It was getting really wild, every one bumping and grinding. Every one dancing and touching every one else. One of my girl friends brought out some E and we all started rolling. About this time some one started to set up these huge cages in the middle of the dance floor. By the time they got the cages set up I was out of it, the E combined with a bunch of beer got me going crazy. Me and my boyfriend got in to one of the cages and started to dance. We were all up on each other. Touching one another in all the intimate places, rubbing parts together, and just basically teasing each other to the point of madness. He took off my shirt and started to squeeze my tits from behind. He kissed my neck as he unclasp the hooks of my bra and slipped it off of me and let it drop to the floor. As I stood there facing a crowd of people, I could feel his hands once more coming from behind me and cupping my bare breast. I felt his fingers pinching and twisting my nipples till they were hard. He spinned me around to face him, then he lowered his head and with a hot breath blew some air one my nipples, making me shake from the pleasure. Then he got down on one of his knees and started to take off my skirt. I was now naked in front of hundreds of eyes. He had me face the crowd and bend over slightly as he spanked me. I was getting so wet from all the excitement and the heat. Still bending over in front of the crowd, I could feel him come up behind me and with one hand, he reached between my legs and moved his hand up to the front my crouch to trace the lips of my pussy. I felt his hand slip in the fold of my wet pussy to play with my clit and finger me for a while. I had to hold on to the bars of the cage to steady my self. I don't know how, but while he had his hand going in and out of my wet twat, he managed to let his hard dick out of his pants, and before I knew what happened he replaced his hand with his dick and was fucking me doggie style. Guys from out side the cage came up and squeezed my tits while I was being fucked by my boyfriend. The Ecstasy and booze had taken over my mind and now I was moaning and yelling. My boyfriend fucked me harder and harder, we both screamed out as the two of us came. He shot his cum in from behind me, I could feel some of it spilling out of my cunt and drip down my thigh. He got on his knees and licked it up. I turned around and put my lips on the head of his dick. Swirling my tongue around the tip and sucking it . Then I moved my mouth down his dick inch my inch, till my lips were almost touching his balls. I deep throat his dick as he danced in my mouth. After about five minutes of cock sucking I kissed my way up to his mouth. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him. He braced me against the wall of the cage and fucked me standing up. Over and over again he went in and out of me, till I couldn't take any more and we both collapsed to the bottom of the caged. I must have cum about two or three times. Lying there naked we both took a while to catch our breaths. We got out of the cage and danced the night away naked. When the rave ended , we put our clothes back on and went home. We broke up a few months after this but we still remained friends and on some occasion we get together for a rendezvous. The Cage The cage is ready, in the corner of the room, away from the door. Inside has been placed a thin wool blanket and my "seat." This seat is simply a square piece of wood, above a small spool, on which have been placed a rather large rubber dildo to the front and a smaller, thinner anal plug to the rear. I see it, and know some of what is to come as I am prepared. Freshly showered, shaved and nude, except for the corset I wear which pushes my breasts upward, I watch My Lover prepare. I have placed my long hair in a clip, so it won't get in the way. I stand, wait and watch him intently at his work, occasionally looking up at me to smile. Some of his smiles are joyful, like a boy with a prize, and some are solemn, and some have a tinge of mischief that makes me wonder what he is up to. I submit to him, as I always do. My obedience to him is a proof of my love and adoration for him. Waiting, I shift my weight from one foot to another, and even though he doesn't look up, I know he was aware of that small movement. He might mention it to me, he might not. Finished, he holds up his handiwork reverently, laid on both outspread palms. I see two delicate, slender chains, with alligator clips on both ends. He lets me gaze at them and wonder, then slowly lays them on the bed. Coming over to me, he gives me a kiss that makes my knees weak and starts a longing tingle, beginning with my nether regions. He strokes a finger there, and is pleased that it comes out glistening. I want to touch him, hold him, but my arms are clasped in my hands behind me, at his request. My chest rises, and I lean towards him for more kisses, but he pulls away, leaving me wanting more. I remain where I am, as I have been commanded. A low moan is swallowed at the base of my throat, which he hears, but chooses not to acknowledge. Picking up one of the chains, he looks at me with a glint, then comes over to me and holds it up to my lips. I kiss it as though it were his lips I was kissing. I wonder where he will place it on me, and my nipples tighten at the thought that it will be on one of them. He gently fondles one, then the next breast, as my breathing becomes quick and more shallow. At times, I have to remind myself to breathe. I moisten my lips with my tongue, hoping that he'll kiss me again. I subtly lean towards him, hoping I am not being too blatant, but hoping that subconsciously, he'll want to kiss me, too. He looks steadily into my eyes, looks at my inviting lips, and a slight smirk is seen at his mouth, as he acknowledges my desire, and chooses not to comply. He adores the power he has over me. He loves making me want him, more and more desperately, and waiting for his whim for fulfillment. Truth is, I love it, too. Few men know how to stoke the fires of a woman's passion. My Lover does, and could teach courses on it. More men should know this. Holding my right breast, he opens a clip, and slowly brings it to my breasts. The anticipation builds, but doesn't prepare me for the clip's bite. I gasp and freeze, as my whole attention is directed to the pain in my nipple. He watches my reaction intently, waiting for the moment when I adjust, and then slowly puts the chain over my back, letting the other alligator clamp dangle there. He stands back and looks at me, and I look at him with high life in my eyes, bearing the pain of the clip for him, letting him know with this action just how much I love him. Satisfied, he walks to the bed and picks up the next chain. After he places the next clip on my left breast, and watches my reaction, he dangles this chain, too, behind me. Gently touching my arm, he indicates I can now bring my arms down to my side. I want to touch my nipples and relieve them, but I know better than to attempt that. The tightness of the clamps seems to increase the longer they are on, intensifying the pain, and I think I can't take it, but I do. He walks behind me and lets me feel him rubbing along my backside. I want him so desperately, I silently thrust my body even into that slight contact, hoping he'll take me, hoping I might get some relief from this need, but that hope proves to be vain as he moves away and takes the chains in his hands. Once again stroking me below, his fingers part my pussy lips from my vagina, helping the flower to bloom and spread. Moisture begins to seep down my leg, and he takes a finger to gently trace it. A trembling begins deep within me, that I try to contain, but find myself unable to. He pinches one of my swollen outer lips with a finger, tightening the pressure, and I take it. His finger clamp moves from that spot near the rear, and inches towards my front, near my clit, and quickly pinches hard, so I gasp out loud. I quickly murmur "I'm sorry, Master," and he tells me that it's okay in his soft, sensual voice. The chain attached to my right breast tautens, and I feel the clamp on the other end being placed where his fingers were only moments before. The clamp is tighter, however. From around me, his hand reaches under my breast to lift it, as the sweat beneath it has made it stick to my body like glue. My body is now feeling an overload of sensation. The clamps on my breasts, one on my nether lips, my heart pounding, and his hand leaving my breast so it feels the cool air. The chain reaches, but it is taut, so there is a tug on both my right breast and my outer right pussy lip. Looking down, I can see how the clamp pulls at my nipple, extending it from my breast, and I feel the air under my breast, which is now higher than my left breast. Without moving to judge his handiwork, he goes through the same motions on my left, and I mentally brace myself, but it does no good. As it happens, it is still an assault on my senses, and my breathing has become quick and shallow. Now all four clamps are attached, and he slowly stands up to move around to the front of me. His fingers gently trace along the soft skin of my breasts, contrasting exquisite gentleness with a pain I can't ignore. His eyes gaze deeply into mine, silently asking me the question if this is too much, seeing the pain-filled love in my eyes that is there only for him, only for him. I want to lean towards him, but the binding is such that the smallest movement would translate through the clips to my nipples and nether lips, so I remain still to adjust. He tells me "arms bound," and I again place my arms behind me, clasping above my elbows with both hands. This further lifts my breasts, as he continues running his fingers along the soft skin. My trembling has increased, but I remain as I am, letting him do with this body that belongs to him as he wills. I again lick my lips, but this time it's for moisture, rather than for a kiss. My upper teeth bite my lower lip, but I don't feel it through the pain of the clamps. Leaning towards me as though he will kiss me, he stops just short, and hovers there. Involuntarily, I lean towards him to complete the contact, taking a sharp deep breath at the increased pressure on my body under the clamps. My kisses are filled with sweet need and supplication, silently thanking him for his mastery over my body. He quietly says, "Knees," and I get down on my knees, face to his crotch, which he keeps just out of reach. I sniff deeply, wanting his arousal, knowing it is the perfect mate for my need. I look up at him, with pleading in my eyes, and lick my lips suggestively, and, with a small smile on his face, he slowly shakes his head no. He notes how much I want it, and again moves away. Picking up a collar, he comes over me to place it around my neck. This one is over an inch in width, so once it is on, I'll have little mobility with my neck. I can barely lower my head enough to see more than my nipples with their clamps and chains pulling my breasts up. The collar placed, he moves again to the bed, and brings back a cock gag. He holds it at hip height, and indicates that I should suck it as though it were him, which I do. The taste is different, and I am adjusting, as he slowly enters it fully into my mouth, then quickly buckles it shut behind me. I think to myself, "no kisses while this is on.," and wonder what he'll do next. My tongue is compressed at the bottom of my mouth, and the gag reaches almost to my throat, but it is a comfortable fit, and welcome. I notice there is a hole in the tip of the penis, through which I can still get air. The last item is a scarf which he'll use as a blindfold. He holds it in front of me, then slowly uses it to caress my body, light as a feather. The air it brings is cool to my body, but I look at him longingly, knowing he'll be removing even that pleasure from me, soon. He walks behind me, and places the scarf on my eyes. I open my eyelids beneath it, and notice that I can see light through the scarf, but there will be no vision, since he doubled the scarf to decrease visibility. "Fours," he says. I move my hands from behind my back and place them on the ground in front of me, so I'm now on all fours. "Back in," he says. The cage door is open, and I back in slowly, trying to enter the door without banging into it. My feet are the feelers, here, and I slowly enter. When my pussy is near the dildo, he instructs, "reach for the top of the cage," and I am again on my knees, with my head lower due to the cage's ceiling, and grab the top of the cage with both hands, holding on. "Lower yourself," he commands, and I begin to sit, feeling with my butt and pussy where the dildos are. I find the pussy dildo, first, and situate myself to impale myself on it, and as I slowly lower, I then feel the anal plug, and adjust to fit that inside me, as well. The pussy dildo goes in easily, as I am so soaked with the juices of my arousal. But the anal plug presents more resistance, and it's intrusion wakes me up to a new violation. "Down," My Lover states, and I realize I am going too slow. I force myself lower, so that both plugs are fully inside, and wait, holding the cage's ceiling, with my head lowered, smelling my own arousal, the feeling of both plugs welcome, yet alien. I make some small adjustments to adjust comfortably, and the anal plug enters more deeply, filling me more completely. I spread my knees to present the view to him. "Good," he says approvingly. I smile behind my gag. "Elbows," he says. I move my hands behind me, and put my elbows up near the cage's ceiling, which further intensifies the pressure on my nipples. He takes some leather straps, and threads them through the cage ceiling, and into the crook of my arms, strapping my elbows to the ceiling. He then does the same with my wrists. He leaves my knees and ankles alone, probably because my weight holds the cage to the floor, and it would be too much trouble to lift the cage to bind me, there. "Comfortable?" he asks, and I nod my head. Corseted, clamped, gagged, collared, blindfolded, plugged and bound, I am in my element. He hasn't closed the cage door, yet, and I wonder if he has some new surprise in store. He does. He lowers himself to my level, then kisses my cheeks, the sides of my breasts, my raised upper arms, my belly and my thighs. I hear, "I love you," and I tilt my head to the side, trying to let him know I love him, too. Air displaces in front of me, and I feel him move away. The cage door is closed, and with a click, locked. That click indicates finality to me, and I suddenly wonder how long he'll keep me in here. I make further minor adjustments, straining my eyes to see the light beyond the blindfold, when he says, "I'm leaving now. I'll check on you periodically, and collect you in a little while." I nod in acknowledgement. I moan my bondage to him, and he responds with, "Sweet little slave." He stands there for a few minutes, watching me, as I don't hear him moving around, and I subtly move. I raise my chest to relieve the pressure on my nipples, I raise my head to keep the collar from cutting into my neck, and I slightly shift my arms to make the straps more comfortable. Without my volition, my bottom begins to move on the plugs, gently rocking. As he walks out of the room, turning off the light to plunge me into total darkness, and softly shuts the bedroom door, I hear him say, "Good." The Cage The thick carpet felt rough under my newly pedicured feet. I looked down at them…red nails, blood red. He likes them that way. I stood in front of the door that would open any minute, shivering in my nudity - partially because of the chill in the air, and partially because I knew He was coming. After hours of preparation, I was ready. Scrubbed until my skin glowed, hair brushed until it shone long down my back, manicure, pedicure, gold body dust applied, and body jewelry adorned – I looked precisely as He would want. God, I hoped it was what He wanted… Hearing His footsteps, I dropped to my knees, spreading them wide, toes touching. I clasped each hand around each wrist behind my back, straightened my posture, and tilted my head to the floor at the precise angle. My heart raced with the adrenaline boost I always get when He is near. The doorknob clicked and I heard his soft footsteps in the carpet. He walked directly in front of me and stopped. I felt His hand on the top of my head and it slowly caressed my hair, following the stream it created down my back. Knowing that I was allowed, I leaned in toward his legs slowly rubbing my head against them like some stray cat finally shown affection. I was His…and I knew it only because of the feeling in my heart and the wetness between my legs– not because he ever told me. “Enough,” he said in the usually, dry tone, ”Stand up.” I quickly rose to my feet, straightening even more for my inspection. He walked around me, slowly, eyeing me up and down. He cupped my breast in His hand and gently thumbed the rosy, hard nub that peaked from the smooth skin. “Very nice…keep them this way tonight” He stated. His hands felt like those of the artist when He examines the smoothness of His own sculpture. He stopped behind me and slid one hand between my legs, burying His fingers in the heat that lied there. I could hear the sound of the slippery wetness as He dug His fingers deeper. I gasped and steadied myself. His voice was calm and warm in my ear when He said, “very good, slut. You do please me today.” Elation…nothing but pure joy radiated from me as I stood still in front of Him, never averting my eyes from the ground. “Thank You, Sir” is all I managed to whisper in all of my breath. He took His hand from between my legs, slid it around my waist, and kissed the back of my right shoulder softly. He then patted me on the ass and said, “Come on, we will be late.” I walked in front of Him as always, leading the way and showing Him that this was where I wanted to be. He didn’t like submissives that hid behind their Masters, cowering from what they might have to do next. I was to walk proud in who I was, His property, His whore. The hardwood floors were cold in my long walk to the party room. The house had been scrubbed clean – like me - for this party, Master’s annual bash for all of His friends. He always enjoyed Himself so much, and had agreed to allow me to attend, but only as His slave. I really didn’t mind, since I had almost forgotten what it was like to play the “hostess” of a party, to be normal, to have the stress of this huge responsibility. I get to be myself here. Besides, He said He had a surprise for me if I did as I was told. He was comfortable and confident in His wealth, not showy or pretentious. He knew exactly what He wanted and got it….that was all. I was a part of all that, really. Not something he cherished- I was more of something he possessed. He did love all of the things that were difficult for Him to acquire, but not in a conventional way. I was a living, breathing object that He treasured, as a man would prize artwork, or an expensive sportscar. Each thing means much more that just the amount paid for them, for they are all a part of who He is…what He represents. We stopped outside the closed door to His private entertaining room. He told me to close my eyes before entering; of course I did as I was told. I heard the doors open wide and the soft sound of Miles Davis being piped into the party area. He took my elbow and guided me forward. The hardwood floor turned to marble and then to carpet as He led me across the room. The music grew slightly louder as we moved deeper within. He stopped near what should be the center of the room. “Open”, he said. I saw it as soon as my eyes focused. It was beautiful! An iron birdcage, seven feet high and six feet wide hung a foot off of the ground. It was large and strikingly elegant. The bottom was covered in beautiful fabrics, all in rich jewel tones. Tears creeped into my eyes as I looked at Him. He smirked and walked around to the other side, watching me through the bars. I could barely make out His expression through the lights that shone down through the cage, but His eyes gleamed – like a child. He inhaled deep, blinked the gleam away, and began to explain, “This is where you will enjoy the party. It raises, “ he pointed, indicating the chains above that disappeared into the ceiling, “and you will be lifted up for everyone to admire, like the rest of the artwork in this room.” I had seen the room before. Sand colored marble tile outlining burgundy carpet. Paintings hung evenly on the walls under track lighting, their warm colors glowing in the soft light. It always looked more inviting when He entertained. Candles glowed in large candelabras in each dark corner of the room….it smelled of amber, though I am not sure where the scent was coming from….probably my imagination. He walked back around the cage, stunned; I looked directly into His eyes. He allowed it this time, and I suddenly realised I had not looked at Him yet. He was even more beautiful than usual. His hair was pulled tightly back in a low ponytail. His clothes were all black, expensive, he looked rested, His eyes gleaming. “You may speak” he said seeing that I had something on my mind. “I feel honoured…You did this for me?” I asked. “you are entertainment” he replied, then He opened the door to the cage. “Come here.” I walked slowly toward Him, shaking…looking down at the carpet. He stood still. What is He thinking? He just stared at me. I was scared, and it was showing. “You wanted this, too, remember, girl?” He said reading my mind. I nodded. Immediately his hand smacked the outside of my thigh. “Yes…yes, Sir” I cringed without looking up. He smirked again – I could hear it. He put one hand on the back of my neck and smoothed my forehead back so that my eyes looked up at Him. He gave me a look of reassurance before He closed in on me, kissing me hard. I melted into Him, letting my body fall limp into stillness. The handprint on my thigh blazed, as did the rest of me. He gently pushed me away, and I was left looking at the carpet…feeling the flush that came over my whole body. He pulled something out of His pocket. “Turn around”, he said. He placed a mask – a blindfold over my eyes. He remembered! Blindfolds always made me feel safer to be what was on the inside. He wanted me to be – me. Not worrying about the leering, lustful eyes of the men, and sometimes jealous or scornful looks given to me by the women. He wanted me to enjoy it as much as He would. And I would – for Him. He helped me step into the cage, and of course I fell. He chuckled…God I love His laugh, I never hear it enough. Red with embarrassment, I pulled myself up into the kneeling position as the cage door clinked shut. A wave of panic came over me and I crawled to where I heard the door close, wrapping my hands around the bars. He was still there, and He touched my hand briefly before kissing my quivering lips. “Be good and I will help you through this,” he said. I inhaled deeply and let it out. The doorbell rang. I heard Him walk out of the room, a click, and the grind of the mechanism that lifted my cage higher off of the floor. He was off to greet His guests, and I was alone to ready myself….i kneeled, as I always do when I know not what to do. Voices were carrying down the hallway, barely audible against my racing pulse. I fluffed my hair around my shoulders, pinched my nipples to keep them hard, and tilted my head to the floor again. “Okay, here goes”, I told myself. Shoes and chatting and laughter were coming closer. Of course it stopped the minute they reached the room. A woman gasped, and a man cleared his throat. I froze. “It is okay, that is what you all think it is,” He said, as He strode across the room, “Come inside, have a drink!” He was magnificent. That is all that had to be said about me. No one asked, He didn’t have to explain. He walked over to the side door and snapped. Someone, probably Greta, was told to get moving. She was serving tonight. Heh - SHE was serving tonight! More people entered and conversations of “long time no see” and “you look stunning” were heard across the now slightly louder music. I felt a hand touch my knee, it was Him. He took my hands and placed a wineglass in them. “This will get you going,” he said. I never drank red wine so fast in my life! But He was right – as usual- it helped. “Now don’t spend all your time kneeling in there, you are supposed to be showing off my property, alright, girl?” He pinched my nipple sending waves of pain through me. “Yes, Sir”, I whispered as I moved closer to the side of the cage. I was up on my knees, pressing one of the cold bars between my breasts. My eyes relaxed under the blindfold – feeling the red wine haze wash over me. For the next hour or so, I pranced around the cage. Danced and pranced like the bird I must have looked like, and basically let go. The feeling of absolute freedom from choice and responsibility was like a drug. Not to mention the sexual energy was rising in the room. Men stroked me through the cage, even some of the women stroked my hair or patted my arms and legs. I was becoming more primal in my movements, my hips thrusting out when I reached the side of the cage. I rolled against the bars just to get relief from the heat building inside me. I heard fingers snap on the other side of the cage. I literally snapped to attention and scurried in the dangling cage to where it came from. He was there, and He stroked the side of my face. I leaned into it, rubbing my face against His palm. “Well, ‘lo there girl, are we having fun, bitch?” he asked. “Yes, Sir”, I replied, ashamed, my cheeks burned a bright red. He whispered closer, “Don’t be ashamed….they love you. Understand, girl?”. “Yes, Sir” I said again. “Good, now I have a few friends here that would like to look at you. Show them what a slut you are for me.” I hesitated. “Now.” He said. I slid my legs around to the front and out of the cage, straddling two of the bars. My cunt lay exposed to the room. It was open and swollen…dripping from the excitement of the night. They laughed…some of them nervously, some deep and raunchy and ready to take what He would give them. “Fuck yourself, girl”, he said. I lay frozen for a second or two, then realized how much trouble it would cause not to do as I was told. I reached between my legs and rolled my fingers over my clit…….i moaned loudly. Some strange male voice hissed “that’s it, girl”. The room quieted, some conversation went on – those who didn’t care….others came closer. I inserted two fingers into my cunt – now their cunt – and started fucking. My hips rocked, my back arched…the fabrics feeling smooth under my shoulder blades. I was sweating….pulling at my nipples with the other hand, gasping… “Not yet” – His voice. I knew He would make me wait…it was more of a show that way…but I hoped He would hurry, I couldn’t hold out much longer. He stayed silent; I started moaning louder…on the edge. His hand slapped my thigh hard “not yet!” he yelled. I slowed my hands and took deeper breaths; I heard silent praise from the watchers. “Good girl”, a woman cooed in her husky voice. I smiled for her. “You want to come, don’tcha girl?” he asked. “Yes, Sir” I gasped. “Louder.” He commanded. “Yes, Sir!” I moaned. “Then beg for it, cunt.” he said. And I did, believe me! Better than I ever had before…crying and swearing, and shoving my cunt out as far as I could before He finally said, “now…come now”. My screams crashed down like glass on the marble floor, I bucked wildly…my skin flushed….the colors came from behind the mask…I went higher, higher… I lay limp and quivering in the bottom of the cage when I came to and heard the applause. The music was turned up louder – His music, the crowd started milling about. He was getting praise from a deep voice. I pulled my knees inside the cage and rolled on my side. A cold hand patted my knee “good job, honey”; it was the woman with the husky voice again. I smiled weakly. Someone else was saying “magnificent” when I felt Him near. He grabbed my hand. “you will most definitely be rewarded for this one, girl…..i wish you could have seen how beautiful you looked. Do you have anything to say, my little kitten?” he asked. “I love You, Sir” I whispered…drifting back into the colors. The Cage Meghan arrived at the club the following Friday night to begin the next stage of the game, the cage. Mr. Hardgrove had let her "sample" what was to come, last weekend, when she finished the maze, when he had tied her up, in preparation for the cage. Meghan was delighted to be tied up this weekend and she even asked Mr. Hardgrove to tie her legs spread eagled and eat her cunt out. "Um. You taste really good. Now, take my hand and follow me to the cage." said Mr. Hardgrove, as he wiped Meghan's pussy juices from his face with the back of his hand and un-tied her legs from the spread eagled position. Meghan followed him, rather compliantly down the long corridor of the club into a back room, full of men. "I think there are more guys here than at the maze, Mr. Hardgrove." Meghan stated. "Yes. Yes indeed. But I think your pretty pussy can take them all over the course of this weekend." Mr. Hardgrove replied. "Oooooooh. I hope that's a promise" she said as Mr. Hardgrove finger fucked her pussy as she was standing in the room full of naked guys, as naked as she was. One of the men rolled out a 10 feet wide by 10 feet long by 12 feet high metal cage from an adjoining room. Another man carried out four loops of clothesline. Mr. Hardgrove assisted Meghan inside the cage as two other men bound Meghan's wrists and ankles to the cage. She was placed on her back, with a large pillow underneath her, and her arms were raised above her head and her legs spread and raised off the floor. Another man put his head between her legs and started to lick and flick at her clit as he inserted two then three fingers of his right hand into her cunt and then started to pump his hand, like a piston fast in and out of Meghan's pussy. "Don't stop. That feels good." Meghan commented. Yet another man came over with his cock in his hand positioning it at the entrance of her mouth, hoping to have her suck on it for him. "Ooooooh. You want me to suck on it for you?" she asked him as she opened her mouth wide so that he could slide his cock in there. Another guy came over and placed his mouth over her left nipple as he licked and sucked it. Yet a fourth guy came over and placed his mouth over her right nipple licking and sucking it. So now Meghan had one cock in her mouth, a tongue licking and flicking her clit, three fingers in her cunt that were pumping it, one mouth on her right nipple, another mouth on her left nipple and then she felt something totally new, a feather was being brushed on her tummy encircling her belly button. "Mrmfffffff," Meghan mumbled as the cock in her mouth began to spurt out cum. She promptly swallowed the cum and kept sucking on the cock in her mouth. The guy who was flicking and sucking at her clit made way for a 12 inch long by 3 inches thick dildo that was being pushed into her tight cunt. "Push it deeper into her pussy," Mr. Hardgrove directed the guy that was using the dildo on her. "I can't believe her tight cunt took that much in there," the dildo guy remarked as he pulled it out of her and replaced it with a 14 inch long by 4 inches thick dildo. Meghan had no problem taking that massive dildo in her cunt either. Mr. Hardgrove asked that Meghan's wrists and ankles be untied as he wanted her pussy fucked doggystyle by ALL the men in the room. Meghan just smiled as she was untied then placed on her hands and knees. The first guy plunged his cock full tilt into her doggystyle. "Ooooooh, baby. That feels sooooooo goooooood in there. Fuck me harder!" she demanded. And the guy did. The next guy plunged his cock into her using a rhythmic up-and-down and around-and-around motion. Then he exploded his cumload in her pussy. "Yeah. I like a creamy finish." Meghan commented. On and on the doggystyle fucking went on throughout the whole weekend. Mr. Hardgrove loved watching Meghan's breasts swing back-and-forth and side-to-side as her pussy was being pounded and stretched with cock. Mr. Hardgrove was helping Meghan out of the cage as she was exhausted from the fuck fest she had just endured. "You did extremely well in the cage. I think you are ready for the next stage which is the vault. Come over here." he said. Meghan came closer to Mr. Hardgrove who kissed her deeply with his tongue delving into her mouth. "You taste absolutely devine, my dear," he commented as he delved his tongue even deeper down her throat. Mr. Hardgrove spanked Meghan's ass lightly then again, but this time a bit harder. "You like that?" he asked her. "Sure. I like the slight stinging sensation." Meghan responded. "Glad to hear it. You are now prepared for the vault. I expect to see you here again at the club next weekend. Rest up and have a lovely week." he said before leaving Meghan to go change so she could go home. The Cage As Peter entered the door of his Mistress's home he was ordered to take his clothes off. Quickly his clothes were removed and placed in the strong box at the door, the box locked, Peter gave the key to Mistress Cella and with this he knelt before her and kissed her pussy with long slow loving licks. "You are learning well Peter" Mistress Cella said with a smile on her lips. "Thank you Mistress, I want to please you." Peter said his face wet from the pleasure he had given. "Lets get you dressed my love. Did you bring your Mistress a present?" Mistress said with anticipation. "Of course my Mistress, anything for you." Peter hungrily said handing over his small cock cage. "Good boy, stand up so I may put this on." Before standing Peter took off his Mistress's shoe and kissed her feet and licked her toes, sucking them and showing how thankful he was for the privilege of her attention. "Up" She demanded. Peter quickly rose and followed Cella to the living room where he saw a collection of clothes neatly stacked, his erection was instant. "I see you like my choices, I love to dress you Peter, you are learning quickly and it pleases me. " "Thank you Mistress, I will do anything for you" Peter said as his erection stood like a sentinel, pre cum glistening on the tip of his penis. Cella saw the cum and teasingly licked it off then kissed her lover deeply sharing the sweet nectar of his loins. Then Cella began to licking his cock from the base to the tip, hesitating momentarily on the sensitive spot at the base of its head, giving it a quick swirl of her tongue. Her licks light and directed made Peters balls start to contract. "I want to cum Mistress" Peter said, his eyes closing and his hands moving to his Mistress's head. "But I know I can not without your permission." "We will ensure that with your little cage." Mistress Cella smiled and her hands deftly put on the foundation of Peters cock cage, then taking the present she was offered smiled widely. "Oooh how lovely! You are a very good boy." Peter's erection was so much bigger than the cage, yet his Mistress was intent on defying nature as she lubed up his cock and slid the cage over. The head of his cock filled almost the whole cage but his Mistress was intent and with a strong hand managed to get the post through the top. Peter's penis strugged to break free, pushing out of every space. The lock slid easily through the post and Cella stopped and looked at her slave. "Listen closely" as the lock clicked - the sound reverberating in Peters head. "Thank you Mistress Cella! Thank you Thank you Thank you." Peter said as he felt the heady rush of submission, his body shuddering. "It fits so perfectly. Now let me dress you for the dungeon" Cella said her eyes glistening with joy. Mistress picked up a silky thigh high stocking slid it over Peters foot and gliding it up his leg until it was high on his thigh. The elastic gripping and furthering the rush to Peters body. He again shuddered as he put out his other foot. With the second stocking on Peter stepped into his 6 inch patent leather shoes with locking ankle straps. Watching them being locked around his ankles, his anticipation rising, his cock dripped pre-cum from the confined space onto the floor. Cella stopped and ordered Peter to lick it up. Dutifully he got to his knees licking the sweet cum and then Mistress kissed him deeply. "I love your cummy kisses my slave, do you?" "Oh yes my Mistress!" With that Cella put a sturdy leather collar around his neck locking it behind. With every click of a lock Peter's cock jumped intensifying the restriction created by the very small cage, holding him tight not allowing his erection to grow. "Arms behind" Mistress ordered as she slid the soft leather arm binders over his clenched hands, sliding the straps over his shoulders and again the locks clicking on the straps on his upper arms and then his wrists. With each addition Peter felt his control dwindling causing his knees to weaken and rushes to run through his body and take over his mind. "You are almost ready, just your ankles left." Cella cooed as she locked sturdy ankle cuffs on locking them with a smile. "Would you like a skirt to wear my love? I know you love to dress like a slut." Peter's head nodded quickly and Mistress Cella looked at the skirts picking out a soft leather super mini that hugged his groin and left his ass exposed and cock cage pushing it up in the front. "Perfect, let me take a picture of my slave before we go to the dungeon." The camera flash brought on a new wave of excitement for Peter knew he would have this to remind him of his submission and keep him hungry until he would see his Mistress again. Mistress Cella ordered her slave Peter to his knees, having attired him appropriately and instead of putting her leash around his balls, which Peter loved, she brought out a spiked parachute. Cella snapped the parachute on intensifying the sensation of the cage ring around his balls. The pain was instant and Peter let out a scream. "No Mistress that hurts." Ignoring his cries Peter was told to get on his knees and was led down the stairs to her dungeon. The chain attached to his parachute leading him. With each tug the spikes dug into his balls, the pain almost unbearable. As they entered the dungeon, Peter knelt before his Mistress and worshiped her pussy with loving licks hoping his Mistress was pleased. His licks stopped him from looking at what his Mistress had taken out for today's session. "Thank you my slave, now get up and lie on my table." Peter stood and saw a solid table placed in the middle of the floor, chains hanging from the ceiling and floor and a large table of leather devices, dildos and anal probes. "Please my Mistress be kind to me." Peter said submissively. "Lie down." Mistress said in a stern voice. Peter obeyed and Cella quickly locked his bound arms to the chains in the ceiling forcing Peter to be bent over the table his upper body supported. Peter's legs were now being locked to a spreader bar in front of the legs of the table forcing him into full submission. "What a lovely ass you have." Mistress Cella said her face inches from his hungry hole. Peter felt her breath on his ass bud and shuddered. The slap of the flogger caught him by surprise and again he cried out in pain. "Please Mistress no" Peter whimpered. With his cry came another slap on the other cheek. Watching the red welts rise on Peters ass made Cella very happy. Smiling Mistress Cella clipped a chain to the parachute at his balls and hooked it on the spreader bar below, forcing all of the spikes to dig into and stretch his balls further. The pain shooting through Peter but a smile was on his lips. Cella followed suit relishing in Peters joy of pain and pleasure. Pouring hot massage oil at the top of Peters crack and watching it slowly dip to his red rosebud brought on a wave of excitement for Cella and she felt the urge to be satisfied. "Lift your head!" Struggling to bring his head up off the table, Mistress slid her pussy below his face and Peter quickly went to work licking her clit, sucking it hard and biting. As her hot honey flavored cum covered his face, Peter licked harder and probed his tongue deep in her pussy causing her hips to writhe and push against him. Peter sensed her orgasm and rapidly licked her protruding clit around the hood that was fully retracted. The explosion of her cum came with screams of joys and Mistress's body heaved harder forcing Peter's balls to be further pulled, the pleasure and pain almost too much to handle. His erection struggling to break free from the restriction of the cage. "Thank you my slave, for that I will reward you" Moving behind Peter Mistress started to slowly massage his ass slowly running her fingers down his crack and around the outer extremities of his bud and down to the hard base of his cock below. Slow teasing touches up and down avoiding his bud that was on fire. Peter pushed his ass out further in anticipation, again causing his balls to feel the incredible pain. As he did his Mistress applied some cream that instantly brought fire to his ass lips. The sensation intense pushing Peters desire further. Cella's fingers continued working his bud then plunging into his ass, past one sphincter then the next. Cella's expert fingers continued plunging into his ass finding all the nerves, sending ripples through Peter's body. The heat of the cream traveling deeper and intensifying with each plunge. "Oh God Mistress that feels good" "I told you I would reward you" said Cella as she moved over to her table and put on her harness with a 7" cock beautifully displayed from her crotch. The large defined head larger than the 2" diameter of the shaft. Running her hand along her still wet pussy Mistress lubed up the cock and teased Peter's ass. Pushing in the head Peter's ass resisted causing him to moan. Mistress loved to hear Peter cry out so she pushed the full length in deep. "Ow ow No please Mistress take it slow." Peter pleaded, the tears welling as the heat of the cream set his whole ass on fire. Mistress loving this pulled out quickly only to thrust in again deeply. Peter felt the pain give way to pleasure and willingly pushed back stretching his balls further. The submission drove Cella to start fucking his ass wildly, plunging deeply then pulling out. With every thrust the head rim pulling and pushing until Peter's anal cum started flowing. "Beautiful my Love, keep it flowing, I love watching your ass cum" Riding harder and faster the waves of cum flowed causing Mistress to laugh with pleasure. Pulling out she pulled back Peters head and stuck the cum-covered dildo into his mouth. Peter expertly licking all of his ass juice with pleasure. "Thank you Mistress Cella, you are too good to me." When the dildo was clean Cella sat on her Queening chair and sipped champagne relaxing in the sight of her slave. Mistress Cella loves her Queening Chair, for it is her throne for pleasure. Made of teak with a padded leather seat with a toilet seat shaped hole cut for her ass and pussy to be accessed. Below, a sling for her slave's head with heavy steel rings to lock their necks, hands, and head to. Once locked in slaves are forced to lick and satisfier her through her insatiable ability to cum. Small holes in the sling allow her juices that are not lapped to pour into a tray below. Relaxing in her chair enjoying her drink Cella spread her legs and grabbed her favorite vibrator and stimulated her clit. Again the sweet cum started to flow into the hole below and dip from the head sling into a pan below. "Yes my love I will save all of my cum for you, for you must be thirsty." Peter nodded in agreement. A powerful orgasm shook the mistresses body leaving her gasping, the sound of her cum dripping below. "Your arms must be tired, time for something new" Mistress said as she unlocked Peter's arms from above and quickly undid the locks that held the binder in place. Pulling off the binder she quickly put on solid leather wrist cuffs locking them. "Thank you Mistress." Peter uttered as his balls and legs were unlocked from the spreader bar. Unsnapping the parachute caused a refreshed pain melded with freedom. "Thank you my Mistress, that really hurt, but it felt so good." "While I love how you look in your skirt, it is not needed." Mistress said and she unzipped and slid it over his silky stockinged legs, over his heels. "Now lie on your back." Peter obeyed as his hands were locked to the chains above him. His legs were re-locked to the spreader bar and hoisted up to meet the chains of his hands, spreading him in a vulnerable position. "Your poor hungry nipples, they are lacking the attention of your Mistress." Loving licks were applied to one nipple at a time, while her deft fingers twisted the other. This brought new sensations to Peter, his balls finally able to contract and his penis pushing hard on the cage that confined him not allowing for an erection. Cella applied clover clamps, which she quickly connected to the collar at Peter's neck, crying out in pain "No! That's too much. No, Mistress enough." "You know you love it my whore and for complaining I must teach you a lesson." Taking the elastic from the clover clamps she connected the other ends with alligator clips to each of his balls. The elastic tight and pulled in the opposite direction to the clips locked to his collar. Peter's screams made his Mistress so happy. "I have been so kind and yet you complain." Picking up her whip of thin-knotted straps his mistress whipped first the elastics, then Peter's nipples. With each stroke Peter let out a cry, feeling like he could endure no more. Then he noticed the weights in her hands. "NO. No more My Mistress, please no more." As the first weight was attached to the exposed tip of his nipple, Peter closed his eyes, tears running down the sides of his face. The clip attached but the weight still held in her hands. Dropping the weight pulled Peter's nipple hard in a third direction. Blood curdling screams were heard and Mistress Cella was happy. Content in her slave whores screams. The same application to the other nipple Peter was almost unconscious with pain. "Are you happy my whore?" "Yes thank you Mistress, I love you." "Good for you have one more pain to endure, for your nipples have been ignored." With that his mistress took a candle from the shelf and approached smiling. Lifting it high she poured hot wax onto the double clamped right nipple. Peter's screams were instant and his body went limp only to be rejuvenated by wax hitting his left nipple. Again the screams ripped through the dungeon. Putting on a new harness with a massive cock dildo Cella moved to Peter's ass, this time using lube stroking her cock before plunging it deep into Peters ass. "NOOOOOOOOOO!" was all that was heard as Peter's Mistress cooed as she thrusted her cock deeply into his ass. With each movement the weights on his waxed nipples swung, the pain in his ass searing. In and out of consciousness Peter felt the pain shoot through him and his erection struggling within the cage. Waves of pain and pleasure wracked his body, sweat dripping and his ass orgasiming hard. Peter conflicted with pleasure and pain. After thrusting hard in his ass for what seemed like a 100 orgasms his Mistress pulled out her cum covered cock. Mistress Cella then poured wax on his open ass the wax quickly forming a plug over his stretched hole. The pain was unbearable, Peter cried, tears streaming over his cheeks. "Here my little whore." Mistress pouring her gathered cum from her Queening chair onto his parched lips. Cella's sweet nectar revived Peter a little. "Thank you for thinking of me." Peter whispered, his body spent from the torture he felt he could no longer bear. 'You have been a good boy today, I love you" Mistress said as she slowly peeled the hardened wax from his nipples. Taking off the weights then the clover clamps sent renewed pain as the blood returned to his nipples. Quickly Cella took the nipple in her mouth and lovingly licked and sucked, causing Peter to flinch and then relax in the pleasure his kind mistress's lips brought to him. "Thank you" "Now for your ass, my whore." Slowly peeling the sides of the plug that filled his ass then quickly pulling it out. As predicted, the screams ripped through the room. "Now for your pleasure my dear Slave." Cella unhooked his hands and legs, unbuckling the binders and cuffs leaving Peter limp and exhausted. "You now can pleasure me my love and I will do the same." Thanking his Mistress Peter cupped her breasts and lovingly kissed them, stroking her soft body, showing her his gratitude. "Thank you, sit up Peter" Mistress said softly as she lifted his limp body to sitting and helped him to the bed. As Peter lay there he heard the lock of his cage click, bringing a new wave of energy. "Did you enjoy my treats for you Peter?" "Yes my Mistress, very much so, thank you for the attention." As Peter spoke, Cella undid his cage releasing his cock and gently started licking him, his hunger rising again. As she did this she turned lowering her glistening pussy to his lips. Loving licks, flicks were given and received. Peter and Cella retired as lovers sharing orgasms until the morning light arrived. The Cage It had begun as any other day but with one exception. she had a note from Him telling her to be ready for Him at a certain time, and to be wearing very little. she was intrigued by this. she carefully made herself ready and arrived at the appointed time garbed in a black silk that reminded one of ribbon. she quietly crept into His public room, quickly placing the end of her leash into His hand, and settling down upon the floor next to Him. she watched Him as His hand ran back and forth in the water almost as if lost in thought. she waited patiently for Him to acknowledge her, and soon enough she was rewarded with His voice. "Did you sleep well kitten?" "Yes, Master, your kitty did. she is very curious about today though so her sleep was filled with many scenarios. Did You sleep well Master?" "Aye, I did." "May Your kitty ask what is going to happen today?" "You can but perhaps it is better to show you. Master will take you to His room now." she could feel her heart beating fast all ready. she was unsure of what to expect but she trusted Him with all that she was. she was patient as the room loaded and was happy to see a cage in the room. For the cage was a favorite toy of hers. Without saying a word, He motioned for her to come over to the cage and get into it. He quickly stepped into the cage behind her and drew her arms above her head and placed her wrists into the cuffs. He stepped back and looked at her and smiled. He then carefully checked to make sure the restraints were not fastened too tight and stepped back again to admire her form. she smiled at Him and waited patiently for Him to speak once again. "kitty, I want you to listen to Me very carefully. I know this is something you have been wanting for a while and that day has finally come. Once W/we begin, however, you will not be allowed to speak unless you are directly told to. Is this understood?" she looked at Him and smiled. her heart was racing as thoughts went through her mind. This was something she had been wanting for a while now. To be bound, teased relentlessly, and used at His whim. she waited for permission to speak. "You may speak now, kitten." "Yes, Master, Your kitty understands and will save her voice." With that said, He closed the cage door behind Him and stepped back in front of her. she could feel His gaze upon her as He inspected the outfit that she had on. she caught the grin upon His face at it met with His approval. His hand reached up and softly caressed her face. she watched Him as He removed His belt and set it upon the shelf in the cage. she could, also, see that there were some other toys sitting there but couldn't quite make out what they were yet. A shudder went down her spine as her mind slowly became focused on what was going to happen. she looked into His eyes and nodded her consent for this all to begin. He walks back over to her and looks into her eyes. He sees in them her trust for Him and the longing for what is about to happen. All though she does not quite know what to expect there is still that knowing that soon she will be greeted with what she has so long been wanting. He pauses a few more moments and rechecks the restraints one last time. "Hmmmm..........I is thinking that perhaps kitty should be thinking of another question right about now. What are you going to do to ask for what you need if you can not speak? Hmmm?" He wraps His fingers in her hair, softly tugging her towards Him, and places a few nibbles upon her neck. she squirms a bit in the restraints as He does that. Generally that is one thing that instantly brings her into the zone and today is no exception. she looks into His eyes once again and patiently waits for Him to give her permission to speak once again. Instead of giving her permission right away, His hands roam around her body and softly places a few pinches here and there. she closes her eyes for a few short moments taking in these sensations. He knows she likes this and will torture her with it for a little while. A few moments pass and then He finally leans in and whispers into her ear. "You may speak kitty. Tell Me how you will let Me know without using your voice that you have had enough and are begging for your release." "Yes, Master. May kitty tap You with her tail three times to let You know this?" With that said, He leans in once again and run His hands over her body, softly at first, but then as the moments tick by it becomes more demanding, more intense. she bites her lip softly to keep from uttering a sound. she knows that she must not fail You on this and will be the good girl that You will later reward. she shifts her feet upon the ground a bit and it tugs on the restraints. He stops for a short moment and check to make sure everything is all right with the restraints but quickly returns to what He was doing. He looks over the prize before Him studying her face. she feels His gaze upon her flesh and waits in silence as the seconds tick by. He leans in and nips down hard upon her neck and then softly kisses up to her ear and whispers into it. "Yes, My kitty, you may do that." With that said, she feels His hand finding her hardening clit and she bites down upon her lip as He pinches it softly at first but as seconds tick by with more intensity. she quickly realizes that this is going to be a difficult task for her. It had been a long time since she had been pushed like this to remain silent, but she would not disappoint Him. she relaxed and breathed deeply as her heart raced in her chest. she did not expect the smack that was soon felt upon her ass as His hand came down. she shifted up onto her toes and looked into His eyes. she saw a glimmer there that confirmed to her that this was only the beginning. she eased back down onto the heal of her foot just as the next smack descended upon her ass. she closed her eyes for a moment once again as her senses took in this wonderful delight. To her spanking was a pure joy and a pleasure and not just pain. This was how it had been for her for as long as she could remember. she was quite thankful to have found in her One the joys of this. His hands roamed over her body and left no part untouched. she never quite knew what He was going to do next and that made this all that more exciting. The anticipation and the bitter sweet disappointment felt when the touch was not there in the next moment. It was slowly driving her to that sweet edge. she watched Him as He stepped back from her and slowly shed His clothes. He neatly folded them and set them upon the shelf. This delay was torment for her because it meant she did not have His touch upon her. she knew she could not disappoint Him by not maintaining what had all ready been done. Her eyes traveled over His form and took in His beauty and without so much as a thought licked her lips. He caught that out of the corner of His eye and chuckled at her. His hand quickly descended upon her ass and brought her back to attention. she wiggled in the restraints once more. He checked them once more before stepping in close to her and pressed His body against hers. He leaned in and kissed her tender lips, His hands traveling across her back, and slowly raising His hand and letting a hard smack descend upon her ass. she did not see the scissors in His hand but quickly became aware of them as He cut the straps of her garment. His hands tugged the garment down off of her body and she soon stood naked before Him. His eyes took in the beauty that was her and His lips quickly assaulted her lips. her tail flicked in the air behind her as the anticipation began to mount. Without so much as a word, He moved her legs apart and positioned them how He wanted them. her eyes opened wide as she felt Him slide within her. she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. This was but another way the He loved to tease her so. she closed her eyes and took in the new sensations that His body was bringing to her. she felt the tug of that sweet edge begin once again but knew that it would not be crashing over her any time soon. This much she was certain of for she knew that He had only just begun. she bit at her lip once again as He rolled His hips against her. His tongue licked at her flesh slowly starting with her neck and moving down to her nipples. His teeth quickly grazed over them and He bit down. her breath came fast to her as she hung onto that sweet edge. He was keeping her on her toes that much was for certain today. His hand reached around behind her and caressed her ass before landing a smack on each cheek. There was no rhyme or rhythm to those smacks but each one could be heard on the air. It would send her hips bumping into His as He thrust inside of her. her eyes were glazed over with the passion and desire that she was feeling inside. Slowly her ass became pink and warm to the touch beneath His smacks. It was such a delight to T/them both. she knew that she may have a hard time sitting comfortably when this was all said and done but it would so be worth it to her. she looked at Him with her eyes all a glow with need. He smiled a mischievous grin at her as His hands traveled along her back. He raked His nails down letting her feel them and she arched towards Him taking in this delight. she rose up onto her tip toes once more and wiggled against Him. This was becoming all rather intense and she was not sure how much longer she would be able to hang on. His hips pumped His cock in and out of her moist opening. her pussy clamping down upon Him and not wanting to let go. He was thoroughly teasing her with His cock and she knew it within every fiber of her being. This was something she could not deny as she craved this sweet torture from Him. His mouth soon sought out hers and He groaned into her mouth as He thrust hard into her. her tongue twirled around His as He deepened the kiss. her body shuddered a bit as that sweet edge reared its head once again. she willed it back down as she looked into His eyes and knew that it was not yet time. His hand reached between them and clasped her clit between His thumb and finger. He pinched hard and quick. she quickly bit her lip to keep from crying out in pleasure. she shot Him a look that He had come to know too well. It was one that told Him that He had found a weakness. she bucked her hips against His and tried to squirm away from His touch. This was utter torment and one that she was uncertain if she could withstand at that moment. It was quickly becoming more difficult to be obedient. He saw that look in her eye that said she was wild with need. This was a look that He had grown to love seeing in her eyes. It told Him that she was more than ready and with a bit more patience she would be rewarded. He broke away from her lips, turned her neck to the side, leaned in close, He bit upon her neck. He could feel her body shudder as He bit down once again. Before her body could have a chance to betray her she quickly came to her senses. her tail swung around His body and quickly and with determination tapped Him three times. He simply grinned at her and wiggled within her making her wait a few moments more. He quickly reached up and released her from the restraints and pulled her with Him down to the floor of the cage. With a grin upon His face, He positioned Himself above her and quickly was inside once again. His hips rocking hard and fast against her as His hands pinned her arms above her. His mouth soon found her neck once again and bit down hard. He felt her buck her hips against Him and leaned in to whisper in her ear softly. "Let go kitty. Let Me have what is Mine." With that said she did exactly as she was told. He groaned as He felt her body quiver and shake with her release. He was not far behind her as He could not withstand the pulsing of her pussy around His cock. Once sated, He held her in His arms tightly and she softly purred at Him with a wide smile upon her face. The Cage Crinoline The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story involves the characters introduced in "The Bridesmaids' Revenge" although it can be read on its own. It follows a couple of years after the stories "Lisa's Adjustable Hoop Petticoat" and "Lisa Trains Thomas" * * * * * Introduction Lisa is the goal-keeper of Silverbridge's Ladies football team "The Silver Vixens". She lives above her own dressmaking business shop and workshop. She is young, fit, tall, but heavily built with large breasts. Thomas lives with her. But .. Thomas has been showing signs recently that he is unhappy with the arrangement and his status as Lisa's "slave". Tonight he is out at a training session with his fellow players of the men's first team "The Glossies". He should be returning about 9pm. Will he, or will he go on elsewhere ...? * * * Lisa was on the Net looking through a catalogue of hooped bridal petticoats for sale on a US site. She has considerable experience in their use for dresses she makes and has an income from licence fees on one of her own design. However she wants a particular effect for a dress for a "Victorian" ball and she was gradually realising that normal hooped petticoats wouldn't give the result she wanted. She was getting increasingly annoyed as she moved from site to site searching for just the "right" one. It looked as if a hooped petticoat won't do. She would have to use a cage crinoline. Although they exist, most are produced in the United States for sale for Civil War re-enactment societies. They are expensive and difficult to ship to the United Kingdom. No-one appears to make them in England or if they do, Lisa can't find the supplier. Lisa logged off and sat back thinking to herself "Surely they are not that difficult to make? In the nineteenth century there were hundreds of manufacturers until mass production forced the smaller firms out. Who in Silverbridge could make one for her?" She reached for the local trades directory and flipped through it slowly until she reached "Light Metal Fabricators" - Jones Ltd. That name rang a bell in her mind. Hadn't one of her friends been to Jones Ltd on Work Experience from school? But who? Lisa searched her memory. Was it Sandra? No - she'd gone to Boots. Frances had gone to a Hairdressers in the next town. Jane? Lisa couldn't remember where Jane had gone. It must be Alison who went to Jones Ltd. There was no harm in asking. She picked up the phone and pressed the preset for Alison. "Hi, it's Lisa. A simple question. Can you remember back to your work experience at school? Did you go to Jones Ltd?" "Yes I did. You should remember. You complained that it wasn't fair because I went there with so many boys. But most of the workers were women so I was outnumbered." replied Alison. "The women were teasing the boys so I got the best of the training." "I'm thinking of having a cage-crinoline made. From what you remember of the firm, do you think they could do it?" "I don't know. There was a lot of strip steel and wire around and I know they did do one-off patterns from time to time. Could be pricey though. Why don't you ask the son, Andy Jones? He's at the football clubhouse most Friday nights." suggested Alison. "So he is. I'd forgotten he was part of Jones Ltd. He's not our generation so I really think of him as a former Glossies' player. He was a useful part of their back row in the 70s. Do you know what he does at the firm?" "He's probably the Managing Director now. His father has virtually retired and his elder brother joined the Army. Even if he isn't, he'd be able to give you an idea whether they could make a cage for you. Why do you want one anyway? I thought hoop petticoats were good enough for your dresses?" said Alison. Lisa explained "It's for the "Victorian Ball" this autumn. I've been commissioned to make a copy of a dress in an old family portrait. I've tried but I can't get the right effect without a cage crinoline which is what the lady would have been wearing then. And one of the customer's American friends told her that dancing with a cage crinoline is MUCH better than hoops. So I've got to find one. It's the cost of the US cages that is putting me off and I'm afraid if I ordered a cage it wouldn't get here undamaged." "It wouldn't do any harm to ask Andy. He's a good sort. I'd take a few pictures of cages to give him the idea. If you buy him a pint he'd spare you half an hour - but don't leave it too late in the evening. He never drinks more than two pints as he keeps fit to play for the Veterans." said Alison "He'd be more interested if there was a chance of going into production. If cages are that expensive and not made here there might be a small demand he could meet and make a profit. There are Dickensian events and even some people doing US Civil War re-enactments over here." "Thanks Alison. There are a lot of "ifs" but it's worth asking Andy. I'll be at the clubhouse Friday anyway. I'll see him then. See ya!" Lisa hunted around for pictures of cage-crinolines in her small library of fashion history, scanned some of the pictures, then printed them. She put them in a soft backed folder to take to the clubhouse on Friday. Then she looked at the time. 9.30. If Thomas was coming straight back he should be here any minute. She went to the kitchenette and put the kettle on. She wanted some coffee. Thomas should have showered at the training ground so he'd be ready for some coffee on his return. She went back to the computer and played around with some of the crinoline pictures to see if she could get a better idea of the way the cages were put together. When the kettle boiled she made some instant coffee and returned to the screen. Some time later she realised that Thomas wasn't back. It was getting late. Where was he? Eventually she stopped waiting and went to bed. She was just conscious of Thomas crawling into bed beside her during the night but she was too sleepy to check the time. * * * Next morning Lisa got up, showered, had her breakfast and prepared to go downstairs to work. She looked in at Thomas before she went downstairs. He was still asleep and since he didn't have to be at work until midday she left him, but felt annoyed. Where had he been last night? * * * On Friday evening Lisa went with Thomas to the football clubhouse. She looked out for Andy Jones and saw him in his usual corner but his friends hadn't arrived yet. She bought a drink for Thomas, left him with their friends, and took two pints of beer across towards Andy. He recognised her with some surprise. Although they both knew each other as acquaintances they hadn't much in common. "Hello Lisa" said Andy "You must want something from me since you're advancing so purposefully. Sit down and tell me about it." "Thanks, Andy" responded Lisa "This pint's for you. I need a few minutes of your time for some advice about metal-working, please." "Then you've come to the right man. If I don't know I can probably give you the name of someone who does know. But why does Silverbridge's exclusive dressmaker need advice on metal-working? It's not your line. " Lisa pulled the folder out of her shoulder bag. "I want to find a metal cage crinoline .." "A what?" Andy spluttered into his beer "Isn't that rather out of date?" " .. for a replica Victorian dress I'm making." continued Lisa "They are still made in the States for re-enactment events but not made here as far as I can tell. The American ones are expensive and so is the shipping cost. I wanted to know if Jones Ltd could make one and if not whether you knew anyone who could.." "This is a surprise" said Andy "Did you know that the firm used to make them back in the last century?" "No I didn't" replied Lisa "Yes, we did but stopped about 1880 when it became unprofitable. I saw some details in the firm's archives when we celebrated our 150th anniversary." "Do you think you could make one now?" asked Lisa, spreading out some of the pictures in front of him. "I don't know without thinking about it and perhaps talking to some of our staff. One thing is certain. We wouldn't make them the same way today. We'd use better materials at least. But ... " Andy paused "It could be very expensive to produce just one." "More than ..." Lisa whispered the total cost of a US cage and shipping cost in his ear. "That much!" exclaimed Andy. "Even so, for a one-off it could be close to that figure. Leave your folder with me and I'll call you sometime next week. We might be able to do a deal. My wife wants a new dress for a wedding next month and she'd love one of yours if SHE didn't have to pay for it." Andy winked at her. "Now run along back to your friends and wait to hear from me." Lisa got up, kissed Andy on the cheek, and returned to her friends. Jane greeted her. "I'm just going to the "Ladies"" Lisa took the hint. If Jane announced that she was going to the "Ladies" she meant that she wanted to have a private conversation with Lisa. "I'll join you" Lisa said. When they reached the toilets Lisa asked "What's this about?" Jane replied "Thomas! Harold had a word with me earlier today. The team are worried about Thomas. He's been drinking hard even in the club house and he's not accepting friendly hints that he ought to ease off. Harold wanted to know whether I knew of any problem between you and Thomas that could account for it. I said I didn't know but Harold and I had both noticed that things appeared to be cooling between you two." Lisa nodded sadly "I can't work out what's happened to Thomas. He won't talk to me. I've tried to be helpful and to be easy on him but it isn't working. Something's bothering him but even I don't know what." "Harold said that it might lead to Thomas being dropped from the first team if he doesn't stop drinking soon. He's out of condition and it shows even in training." Jane said "The management are reluctant to drop him because they think it might push Thomas over the edge. The team needs him to be on form until the end of the season because there's no one good enough to replace him. If Thomas fails, the team's results may suffer and that would be a disaster not just for the club, but for the town." "What can I do?" asked Lisa "I've tried being gentle which isn't like me. I've tried giving him space. I've tried getting him to talk. None of it has worked. I need help and advice before I try anything else. If I get it wrong, like the club's management, I could make Thomas worse." "Why don't we get together with some of the girls and see if they have any ideas?" suggested Jane. "Between us we have considerable experience in handling men, and some of us may know more about what's happening." "Where can we meet? We can't all spend hours in the toilets" said Lisa "Well, how about next Wednesday evening? The Glossies have an friendly away match so we could get together then." "I would have liked Harold to be there as well" mused Lisa "He could tell us about the other team member's view of Thomas". "No problem" replied Jane "He's on the injury list with a pulled thigh muscle. He isn't going on Wednesday, neither are many except the team." "OK We'll make it Wednesday evening at my place. Can you get Harold to come? I don't want Thomas to see me talking to him." "I'll try, Lisa, but Harold is rather shy. He's OK talking to women one by one but he finds a group of us an ordeal. He'll have to find an excuse for his mother as well. Still, if it's for you I'm sure I can persuade him. Haven't you noticed that he's attracted to you?" "I had noticed. If I wasn't with Thomas I'd do something about Harold. He's a great guy if only ..." "I know" replied Jane "If only he'd defy his mother and show some initiative. He's too uptight and "proper". If he'd let himself go .." "My problem at the moment is Thomas" interrupted Lisa "If he wants to leave me I wish he'd say so and go. If he doesn't, I don't know what's wrong. If Thomas did leave then Harold would be my next target. I'd regret losing Thomas, though. He's been great but not as he is now. Now he's not much use to anyone." "We'll try to sort that out on Wednesday. 7 o'clock do?" "Yes, that's OK. I'll lay on some food and drink." replied Lisa "We'd better be getting back or the others will think we're stuck in here." Jane and Lisa rejoined the others in the bar. During the rest of the evening Lisa noticed that Thomas was drinking at twice the speed of most of his teammates. She saw Jane talking quietly to Harold. When the evening ended she had to assist Thomas up the stairs to the flat and he just managed to undress himself before falling asleep. As she looked down at Thomas asleep on the bed Lisa thought to herself "Thomas is in real trouble if he carries on like this. I'm going to have to do something even if it means kicking him out on to the street. It has been a fantastic relationship with him as my slave but I think it's nearly over." She leant over and kissed his forehead then covered him up carefully. Then she went into the kitchen and wept silently. * * * On the Saturday the Glossies were playing at home. The Silver Vixens were away. When the Vixens returned Harold rang Jane. "Jane, Harold here. Thomas's problem is now urgent. He was obviously unfit at the match this afternoon and the other players were carrying him. We only just managed to win because he fluffed two chances to score. If he plays as badly on Wednesday evening I think he'll be dropped from the team. He was substituted after only half an hour and that's never been necessary before. I'll be at Lisa's on Wednesday and I'll try to find out what the management think before then." "Thanks, Harold" replied Jane. "I'll let Lisa know you're coming. I'll tell her about today's match as well. She'll be furious with him because the club is very important to all of us. I hope I can keep her from doing something to Thomas before we've had a chance to discuss tactics. She can be violent and an injured Thomas might make things worse for him, even if he doesn't need hospital treatment. See you Wednesday." Jane then rang Lisa and persuaded her not to take any action until after Wednesday evening. Lisa was reluctant but eventually agreed to wait. * * * On Tuesday afternoon, Lisa was in the shop's large workroom when she had a call from Andy Jones. She had to listen carefully over the noise of the sewing machines. "Hello, Lisa. Andy Jones here. I've asked our apprentices to look at the problem of the cage-crinoline. Normally they wouldn't have the time but their instructor has had to go into hospital for a minor operation, so I asked them to treat the crinoline as a project. They've been through the firm's old records and produced a design which they're making up now. They should have something to show you tomorrow afternoon if you can spare the time." "That's marvellous, Andy. I didn't expect anything so soon. Should I bring a dress to try with the cage or isn't it that far advanced?" "They should have at least one cage ready, maybe two. The first one is based on your measurements .." "But they don't know my measurements!" expostulated Lisa. "Oh yes they do!" replied Andy "I estimated them myself and just to make sure I asked your friend Jane. I was only one centimetre out on your height and spot-on on your waist, hips and waist to floor measurements." "Does your wife know that you are so skilled at judging women's sizes?" Lisa asked mock-menacingly "Or is it a talent you keep to yourself?" "She knows. She also knows that she might get a dress from you if the cage crinoline works. That silenced any protest - not that she'd make one anyway. She's happy for me to help you." "Thank you Andy. I'll be there tomorrow afternoon. What time?" "About 1.30 should be right. The apprentices will be pleased to see you. They've worked hard and fast on this because it intrigued them - especially the girls. The boys weren't so keen at first but they soon came round when they started measuring the girls. I had to put a supervisor in to make sure things didn't get too out of hand but then they used her as the model! They've had fun with this. I hope it'll be a success." "Even if it isn't I'll be really grateful to you and them for tackling the problem so quickly. Thanks a lot. See you tomorrow." Lisa put the phone down and did a little dance for joy, pretending that she was wearing a cage crinoline. Perhaps she would have a real one tomorrow. The dressmakers looked at her. When she left to go into the shop, one said "Lisa looks happier than she's been for days. What's up?" But no one knew. * * * On Wednesday afternoon Lisa drove to Jones Ltd in her MPV. She had half a dozen Victorian style dresses on hangers, several large petticoats and two hooped petticoats. She wanted to compare the difference between the effect of hooped petticoats and the cage crinoline. As she pulled into the car park Andy was waiting for her. She rolled down the MPV's window. "Hello, Lisa" said Andy "If you drive round to the left you can get close to the apprentices' building. One of them is waiting for you and will help you unload. I'll be there in a minute." "Thanks, Andy. See you there." She drove round the corner and saw a female apprentice waving at her. She pulled up and the girl and two male apprentices unloaded the dresses and petticoats into a large lecture room where Lisa was met by another boy and two girls. All the apprentices were wearing jeans and t-shirts Part of the room was curtained off. The supervisor came forward. She was wearing a blue overall dress. "Hello, Lisa. I'm Mrs Campbell. This is Fay" she said pointing to the apprentice who'd met Lisa "This is Matthew and Roger .." (the two male apprentices) "and the others are Claudia, Denise and Jason. When Mr Jones arrives we are ready to show what we've managed to do so far." Just then Mr Jones arrived. "Hello, Mrs Campbell. Are they ready to unveil their work?" "Yes, Mr Jones. Fay will do the honours. Fay?" Fay stepped forward. Claudia and Denise slipped behind the curtain. "Lisa ... Is it OK to call you Lisa?" Lisa nodded "We have looked at the old records and by the end of Monday the six of us had worked out and drawn up a way of doing it that uses the old designs with new ideas and materials. It took most of yesterday to build the prototype and then this morning we were able to build three more .." "Three more!" exclaimed Lisa "That's fast work!" "We thought we'd get a better idea of the possibilities by working directly with the material, so each one is slightly different. We'll show you the prototype first." Claudia and Denise wheeled out a trolley with the cage-crinoline on a makeshift wooden stand. The light sparkled brilliantly from the strips of polished stainless steel. The cage crinoline was of bell design with seven hoops parallel to the ground linked by vertical strips on the inside. The vertical strips were riveted to the hoops and ended at a 10 cm wide canvas belt which was fastened with two buckles. It was huge. The diameter was about 2 metres and the circumference was at least 6 metres. Lisa did a quick mental sum. If the diameter was 2 metres, circumference would be about 6.30 metres. The largest dress she had brought would just about fit. "The shape and the design look just right." said Lisa "But it's huge and .." Claudia spoke quickly "We agreed to design a really big one because the problems, if any, would be more obvious. If we could hold the shape of a dress with one this big, we shouldn't have any problems with smaller ones." The Cage Cums Off He felt her breath at his ear. "Your cock is now under my control" she slowly whispered. As she removed Heath's blindfold she continued to whisper in a velvety hushed tone. " Take a look for yourself. This is what becomes of naughty males who are unable to control their sexual urges. From now on you will only achieve the blissful state of erection when I see fit. Moreover, you will not even have the satisfaction of touching your manhood, even when you piss. It will remain on at all times. Unless I decide otherwise" Lorraine reached behind him and gripped his hair. Pushing his head forward so that he could see his predicament. As Heath caught sight of his caged cock he instantly felt the rush of excitement. The blood tried to flow into his flaccid cock, but the angle the cage held his cock restricted it. Lorraine did notice the slight change however. "Oh I see from your reaction that your new addition arouses you. I can assure you, knowing full well that your head is in the space of sexual arousal and being unable to do anything about it will test your very sanity". Heath was already feeling lightheaded. His eyes were staring wide open at the plastic cage that held his manhood so snugly in check. "Oh my God" he thought to himself. "This is so deliciously arousing. All my dreams have come true. To be controlled by the woman I adore, to be denied access to my very own precious cock." His mind was going into to overdrive. His animal instincts of lust were making it hard to focus. He felt his heart pound wildly in his chest. The sound of Lorraine's voice brought him back to reality. "You may well think this is some sort of a game. By your initial reaction you may even find this to be very stimulating. I can assure you however, when the time comes and you plead to have it removed I shall have no qualms in denying you. This is when you will begin to realise that this is not a game and that I control your sexual urges. Furthermore, by controlling these urges and a bit more training, I will soon come to control your life. When I say life, I mean your thoughts, your whims, your every waking action." Gripping the back of his hair softly she looked him straight in the eyes. "I will release your wrists. You will undo your ankles and go take a shower. Once you have finished and dried yourself I want you to sit at the dining room table and read the paper work there. There will be a key on the table that will unlock the padlock. Should you decide that you wish to continue and agree to the terms on the contract. I want you to sign it and bring the key to me in this room. Should you decide that you no longer wish to continue, you may take the key, unlock yourself, get dressed and leave. Nothing more will be said between us. Your secret will remain with me" as she finished her tongue darted forward and flicked a mixture of sperm and pussy juice from his cheek. Her speech and the thought of him saying yes had left her panting and hungry for more. Taking his head in her hands she kissed Heath gently on the forehead. "Go now, get showered, read the contract and think very carefully before you decide. I shall be here waiting your return" As Heath felt the first warm jets of water strike his shoulder blades he reached down and inspected the cage more closely. The ring behind his scrotum was stuck solid. Try as he might it was never going to be possible to extricate himself from it. He pulled at the brass padlock absent-mindedly. The more he looked the more aroused he felt. The feeling was not his normal aroused state. Normally the feelings could be felt more intensely in his rigid cock. Now, it was coursing through his entire body. This was nothing that he felt in his entire life. "I feel sort of frustrated, helpless and unbelievably turned on," he thought. "What the hell has she written in the contract". He thought. Already he was deciding that if there was nothing too extreme he was sure to sign it. Thoughts began to flash through his head of him being totally used and forgotten and he began to have anxious second thoughts. As he finished drying himself the urge to piss was too strong. Walking over to the toilet he automatically reached for his penis and was quickly reminded of the situation by the feel of the plastic cage. Straddling over the bowl he began to piss. The two holes cut at the end allowed his urine to flow into the bowl. He jumped when the golden stream hit the plastic and splashed some piss onto his thighs. He learned quickly that even the flow of his urine must now be controlled. Going past a certain speed meant that it would splash him. After drying his thighs he proceeded to the table and began to read the contract. The first paragraph was his name and how he was of sound mind and that he had read this contract under no stress or coaxing. He smiled as he looked down at his caged cock. Maybe a bit of artistic licence there he thought. When he reached the paragraph outlining the points that: - His whole body and every orifice were not off limits. His thoughts began to race ahead of himself. A brief picture of Lorraine with a huge dildo strapped between her thighs and him pleading as she bent him over caused him to shudder with apprehension. Was he really about to sign up for this? "Are you still out there?" called Lorraine. "Yes, I'm still reading" he replied. His face contorted when he realised that his voice had shook as he replied to her. "Shit, what's up with you?" he admonished himself. …..There is only one key that fits the padlock. The cut is registered with the secure Keys Company. They will only produce a further key to the person who has purchased the original. The padlock is marked as a security padlock. Any attempts to have someone else cut a key will solicit a phone call to the secure company to check the authority. Heath quickly turned the padlock and noticed the brass was indeed stamped as such. He continued reading. His eyebrows raised when he read the line ‘ some occasions may entail you being naked in the presence of other females. You should be aware that on no account are you to touch anyone, perform any sexual acts or even acknowledge their requests without first seeking my prior permission'. The rest of the document covered levels of pain and passwords that would be used. Printed in bold was the following line ‘ SIGNING YOUR NAME TO THIS CONTRACT MEANS YOU WILL AUTOMATICALLY BECOME THE PROPERTY OF YOUR MISTRESS WHO SHALL BE KNOWN AS MISTRESS SUEDE. Heath picked up the pen from the table and closed his eyes tightly. "Do you really know what is about to happen? He asked himself. His inner self was unable to answer him. Picking up the key with his other hand he stared blankly at the gleaming object. "My, my" giggled Lorraine as she saw him stand in the room doorway. "Bring the contract and the key to me now" she smiled at him. As he approached where she sat Lorraine stood up and told Heath to go and sit on the edge of the leather clad bench. The edge was such, that when he sat his feet had to stretch to stay on the floor. "Put your arms behind you and lean back" her voice was beginning to take on an edge to it. Taking Heath's wrists she locked them in place into two permanently placed writs cuffs. She then knelt and strapped each ankle tight to the legs of the bench. Heath was still on tiptoes and as his arms where behind him it caused his torso and particularly his crotch to be thrust forward and skyward. Lorraine paused and retrieved the contract. She smiled, then put her head back and laughed as she confirmed that he had indeed signed the document. Moving to the side of Heath's taught stretched body she spoke with a low tone into his ear. "I am so glad you signed. I'm sure we will make good use of you. Not only that, I'm sure you will learn more of yourself than you would ever thought possible." Reaching her left hand over she clasped the front of his cage. "This will remain on at all times, since you are only under training. I will ensure you are always bound hand and feet when it is removed. For my sweet one, the urge to touch would be so great you would be unable to control yourself. When I finally deem it permissible for you to be unrestrained whilst your cage is off, you will be under close scrutiny. If you so much as brush your hands against your uncaged cock we will return to this step of the training" reaching further under the cage she began to run her finger from his anus to his sac. "Do you understand sweet one?" she purred. "Yes Mistress Suede" replied Heath as he swallowed. Taking the key she began to undo the padlock. "Just to show that your adorable Mistress can be kind to her sex meat I'm going to let your experience the feeling of being released. Even though you have not been caged for long the feeling of release will be intense for you as you have already felt the state of arousal without achieving erection." With this she slipped the cage form Heath's cock. Immediately the blood began to rush forcefully into the thick veins surrounding his shaft. "Urrgh my God, urrgh my fucking God" moaned Heath loudly. "Oh yes That feels heavenly" he mumbled through clenched teeth. His eyes were tight shut as the feeling of sheer ecstasy washed over his restrained body. Lorraine's eyes were wild with delight at the sight of his quivering cock. Standing in front of him she let both hands rest on his chest to squeeze his bright red, erect nipples. Sliding further down over his abdomen her hands came to a stop on either side of his throbbing cock. "Shall Mistress stroke your aching man meat? " she asked in a mock childish voice. "Does sex meat crave the touch of his Mistress?" she continued. "Oh please Mistress Suede, please touch me I beg you" blurted Heath. Leaning over she stopped a mere centimetre from the tip of his blood-engorged head. Pursing her lips she began to blow gentle streams of her breath over the fat red head of his cock. Continuing down she blew her breath down his thick veined shaft and on to the very tip of his balls. "Oh that feels so wickedly tantalising Mistress. Please don't tease me so. I need to feel the touch of you on my cock. I swear it is aching for attention." By the tone of his voice it was evident that Heath was beginning to feel more than a bit frustrated. "Patience my sweet. Before long you will learn what it is to be patient. First I have an overwhelming urge to see your fine cock and tight balls hairless. This will no doubt be uncomfortable for you if it is not constantly kept shaved. So it can mean a regular release for you, or severe discomfort if you mis-behave. As Lorraine stood up and left the room she could feel the warm wetness in her pussy. How she wanted to touch herself, but she knew that restraint was called for. Returning with a hot bowl of water and razor she proceeded to spray Heath's crotch with shaving foam. Heath felt the leather loop slide over his aching cock head before he saw it. The end had a small lead weight attached and when it fell to the base of his shaft it pulled his cock away from his abdomen to leave it jutting out at a 45 degree angle. Lorraine was able to apply shaving foam to his pubic region without having to touch his super hot cock. She picked up the razor and looked up at Heath's face. She could see he was concentrating. "This pleasure wave is so intense. I have never felt anything like it" Heath was unable to speak. His thoughts were centred purely on the overwhelming sensations that were wrecking his nerve endings. "How much more of this can I take. If only she would touch me…it's like an itch you cant scratch.. 'cept multiplied a hundred fold." Small beads of sweat had formed on his forehead and his whole upper body was glowing with a mixture of his higher blood pressure and the thin film of perspiration that covered him. The candlelight gave his wet skin a golden glow. "I'd advise you to keep still sweet one, as this razor is mighty sharp and one false slip could mean serious consequences for you." As she spoke she began to slide the cutthroat razor in a downward motion towards the base of his rigid shaft. With deft strokes she easily removed all of the hair from his pubic region and began to work at the tufts of hair that circled the base of his cock. Looking up to gauge his reaction as the blade brushed against his thick veined shaft she smiled. "I see my sex meat enjoys even this attention" she sighed. Reaching up with her free hand she pinched the underside of Heath's scrotum between her thumb and forefinger and pulled it down causing his whole sac to stretch tight. As she applied the shaving foam to his balls Heath once more began to moan in a low-pitched tone. It was the first time he had felt her touch since being released from his cage and the feeling was super sensitive as well as strangely reassuring. Lorraine teasingly lingered longer than was necessary enjoying the feel of his velvet soft sac and the tortured moans of Heath. The thrill of sliding a razor sharp blade over her sex objects sac, knowing she had the power with one swift flash of the blade to render him worthless was intoxicating. As the last of the foam was scrapped away she reached for the bowl and retrieved a sponge that was floating in the water. Holding the sponge over Heath's crotch she squeezed the water from it. Heath heard her sharp intake of breath as she marvelled at the sight of his now hairless twitching rod. Placing her hands on Heath's thighs she shivered at the feel of his taught stretched muscles. Leaning forward she again began to blow her breath on the tip of his swollen bulbous head. Stopping only to lick her lips she slowly moved forward to place her pursed lips on the very tip of his outstretched cock. Her neck extended like a graceful swan, held still as her lips opened and closed on the end of his throbbing head. "Oh Mistress please I cant take much more of this" screamed Heath. Lorraine ignored his plea. Instead she brought the tip of her tongue up between her lips and let it gently tickle the most sensitive area of his head- his frenulum. This had the desired effect and caused Heath to moan loudly. "Oh my God, urrgh Mistress I will do anything you ask of me, please end this teasing I cant take it" he groaned. Next she moved her tongue to his meatus and licked at the small opening. Her eyes opened wide with delight as she felt the pre-cum ooze from his hole. This was all she could take reaching around to firmly grasp Heath's butt she slowly extended her neck further and allowed his hot swollen glans to slide into her warm wet mouth. She stopped when it was a few centimetres inside and began to curl her tongue to lick the underside of his shaft and flick his sensitive frenulum once more. This was all too much for Heath who was now sobbing loudly with a mixture of masochistic pain and nerve tingling pleasure. Never had he reached this height of sensual bliss. "Oh Mistress I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum" moaned Heath. On hearing this Lorraine pushed her head forward and shivered with delight as his hard swollen glans rubbed the back of her throat. Then she sucked down on his cock and began to slowly pull her head backwards savouring the feel of his veined shaft as it slipped from her mouth. Kneeling she took his cock between her warm breasts and began to massage his cock between them. The feeling of his hot shaft on her soft cleavage was enough to cause Lorraine to gasp as her first orgasm raced through her entire being. Stopping momentarily to savour the waves of pleasure she spoke. "You may cum for me now my sweet little sex meat" she moaned triumphantly. "Let me taste your wonderful hot seed. Spray your milky hot spunk over your Mistress" she moaned. As Heath felt the first pulsing wave of his sperm erupt he let out an almighty cry. "Aghh Yes, oh God yes" he cried as his whole body stiffened and bucked. The restraints on each of his limbs were stretched to breaking point as his whole body convulsed with the biggest orgasm he had ever experienced. Sperm shot in thick ropes from the end of his cock and splattered across his Mistress's breasts, up her neck and over her opened mouth. His twitching cock continued to erupt with fresh spurts of seed as Lorraine closed her mouth over his glans and greedily savoured the pulsing sensation and the feeling of his sperm splashing against the back of her mouth and throat. For the first time Lorraine reached up and gripped his still throbbing shaft and with her hand clenched tightly, squeezed the base tight. Moving her hand slowly upwards she allowed his cock to fall from her mouth. As her hand moved closer to the end of his shaft the last of his delicious seed was pushed out. It oozed out and hung from the tip of his cock. The thick milky liquid extended six or seven centimetres and hung like a silver thread. Opening her mouth Lorraine stooped and allowed the end to settle on her tongue. Bringing her head up slowly she sucked the wonderful thread of spunk like a strip of delicious spaghetti. "Well done my sweet one. I am pleased to say your first training session was a "Suck- cess" she giggled. Placing the ring once more behind his sac she forced the cage over his quickly deflating hard on. After some pushing she managed to lock the pins in position and fasten the padlock. Stepping back she admired her handy work with the razor. "Silk will be well pleased with your look. You shall meet and greet her tonight my little sex meat" she giggled as she stood and left the room. The Cage "Coming back to us now?" she cooed. "Have some water pet, you earned it." She leaned over to the table and brought the skin to his lips and gently squeezed as he drank. "Not too quickly," she warned. He looked into her face and saw a most beautiful expression he had not seen in a woman for years and years. "Hungry?" she asked. He nodded, entranced by her loveliness and marveling at the power of her salve to heal his aching muscles. She reached for the bowl and fed him with her hands; chunks of wonderfully seasoned meat, warm and delectable. She fed him slowly and carefully, until the bowl was empty and then she slid closer to him and brought his head to rest on her chest, wrapping him warmly in her arms. He curled himself around her as she hummed an ancient, haunting melody he heard as a boy, from way up in the highlands. He drifted into blissful slumber, in the arms of his Mage, deep within the recesses of her lair. He was hers now.