R had arranged to collect me from the railway station and, as usual, he was waiting at the barrier.
I though that he might be annoyed as the train was nearly 15 minutes late due to the snow but he smiled and explained that we still had 10 minutes before a parking charge would begin to accumulate.
Despite this, he takes my small overnight bag and sets off at a brisk pace and I hurry behind him.
The ticket reader scanned the parking ticket and, registering that no fee was due, raised the barrier.
R’s car is solid and powerful; pre-owned, it had soft leather seats and the heating system soon began to warm my cold hands and feet.
The journey from the city centre to his house takes less than 20 minutes.
R lived in a detached house within a gated community and having been identified by the guards manning the barriers, R drove the remaining distance inside the compound and parked on his drive.
Ever the gentleman, R got out and then opened the passenger door to allow me to exit the car.
There was, perhaps, an inch of snow on the ground and the top layer had begun to freeze solid as the temperature dropped. The ice cracked with each step that we took.
The security lights came on as we walked toward the house and R opened the front door to allow us inside.
Door closed to keep out the cold night air, he deactivated the alarm system, we take off our shoes and he takes my coat.
‘Warm enough?’.
‘Yes, thank you but it was cold on the train’.
R hung my coat on the replica of a medieval gibbet that stood in a corner of his entrance hallway.
Over seven feet tall and almost Golem in shape, it was made of welded steel bars with internal hoops to fasten wrists, ankles, waist and neck.
The front was hinged and I knew from experience that once inside, and a lock applied, there was no escape.
Originally designed to display the corpses of executed criminals until they rotted, or to imprison criminals until they died from starvation and then rotted, the gibbet was a device to warn, a deterrent to the population against defying authority.
R’s usage was more prosaic, it made an excellent feature in the hallway and a focal point at his parties when a female submissive was often imprisoned within.
And she was imprisoned.
Once the metal hoops closed around limbs and torso, she was fixed in a standing position with head held straight and no means of wriggling free.
Even if she, somehow, managed to extricate from the metal hoops there was no way of escaping the flat steel bars that made up the outer fabrication.
I know, I’ve been positioned and locked inside during previous visits to R.
R led me further into the house.
I could smell something delicious cooking as we neared the kitchen and I saw two slow cookers on the preparation surfaces with lights indicating that they were functioning.
Several pots sat on the range cooker and vegetables, herbs and avocados were gathered by a pair of chopping board.
‘Something to drink’ inquired R.
‘Yes please’ I nodded.
R turned on one of the range burners and, within minutes, a delectable aroma of warm wine and spices began to mix with the aromas rising from whatever was simmering in the slow cookers.
R ladled servings of the hot wine into large mugs and added a slug of Port to each.
He handed one of the mugs to me ‘Glogg’. Drink it whilst it’s hot’.
I didn’t require a second bidding. It was delicious; ginger and orange, cloves, cinnamon and cardamom spiced the hot wine. I could feel it warm me as I swallowed.
‘It’s very good’.
‘Thanks. It’s a family recipe from a friend in Sweden. Let me top up your mug and I can finish off the dinner prep’.
Another couple of ladles of the heady concoction and another slug of Port were added to my mug. I raised it to my lips and was about to drink when R reached over and touched my arm.
‘No, let’s take this upstairs. We can make you comfortable and then I can continue down here’.
Without waiting for an acknowledgement, R turned and left the kitchen. I hurried after him making sure that I didn’t accidentally spill any of the precious Glogg.
R was already climbing the stairs and, as I made my way up behind him, the bust of the snarling Tyrannosaurus Rex came into view in the uppermost part of the stairwell. One of R’s many unusual possessions and fitting perfectly into his extraordinary house.
R was already at the door of the master bedroom.
Low level lighting cast shadows across the room; a St. Andrew’s cross stood in the corner, a spanking bench positioned directly in front of it and in the centre of the room a futon fitted against a wrought metal headpiece embellished with translucent green stones.
A dark shape at the other end of the futon. Something large and rectangular and covered with black sheet that was all too large with the excess material gathering along the base of whatever lay beneath.
‘Are you warm enough?’ asked R.
‘Yes Sir’.
‘Then I would like you to finish your drink and undress’.
‘Yes Sir’.
My heart began to speed.
I was warm, the combination of the hot wine and Port were relaxing me and the thought of being naked in front of R triggered my arousal.
I finished the Glogg and set the mug down on a wine coaster atop the long chest of drawers that R used for some of his clothes and accessories.
I faced him and, as to his preference, removed my jumper and then my skirt.
I stood on one leg and peeled off one sock, and then swapped legs, to pull off the second.
I picked up the discarded clothing and folded the items neatly on the futon before returning to face R and unbuttoning my cotton blouse. I folded the blouse and placed it with my other garments before standing, once more, to face him.
I reached behind me with both hands and unclasped my bra. My breasts are quite large and they swung free as the material release them.
I placed my bra on top of my blouse and returned to stand in front of R.
I placed my fingers into the waist of my panties and was about to ease them over my hips and down my legs when R instructed ‘Stop’.
I froze, my heart skipped a beat. Had I done something wrong?
‘Kneel on the bed, put your head down and keep your feet apart’.
I complied and heard R move behind me. A hand snaked between my legs and cupped my sex, a finger drawn along the crease of my mound.
‘Already hot and moist’ R exclaimed ‘You really do get turned on so easily’.
I pushed myself against his hand hoping that he would go further. Hoping he would rub me or slide a finger inside my panties and then inside me.
But no, he told me to stand and then he folded back the dark sheet covering the mysterious object.
I supressed a gasp.
It was more an astonished swallow as I realised that the unknown was a cage.
It was difficult to judge the size but the height reached the above R’s knees, so more than 2 1/2 feet with a similar width and a length that was maybe five or six feet?
It appeared to be carefully made and the dull shine of the surfaces suggested that it was metal rather than wood.
Before I had time to take in any more information I felt R’s hands on my shoulders and I was gently pushed onto my knees.
Now facing the cage, I could see welding marks where the square cut frame pieces had been joined and that round pieces were welded into place at intervals, of maybe 4 inches, along the top and sides.
This was no inexpensive pet shop purchased dog crate.
This was a serious cage designed to contain something much wilder or, perhaps, more submissive?
R knelt down and swung open the hinged door that blended into the construction in front of me.
Again, the frame of the door was square stock and the spaced bars rounded welded metal. A split hasp was visible at the edges of the inner and outer square frame with both having a drilled hole to allow them to be secured.
I was trembling with nervousness and excitement.
I had never seen a cage like this but they had sometimes appeared in the erotic stories that I would read at night, alone in my bed, as I frantically rubbed my clit and fingered my pussy to reach orgasm.
I was definitely aroused and could feel the heat and moisture between my legs beginning to dampen the crotch of my panties.
R pushed my head down ‘In you go. I have dinner to prepare’
I crawled forward on my hands and knees keeping my head low to avoid the frame edge.
A thick coarse wool blanket lay inside the cage and the base of the cage was soft and springy like a cushion. I was half way inside the cage when R said ‘Stop; you won’t be needing these’ and, without ceremony, yanked my panties over my bum, down my thighs, under my knees and off.
‘Inside’.
I continued to crawl into the void and heard the door close, a metallic rattle as a padlock was fitted through the hasp and a click as the lock was engaged.
‘Good’ said R. ‘Now make yourself comfortable, I have things to do’.
I heard him walk around the cage and then an unidentifiable sound some way directly in front of him as his hands appeared near to the bars.
‘I’m going to leave you to your own devices. In case of an emergency you can call out but if I don’t answer, and it’s imperative for you to get out, I have tied a spare key for the padlock to a length of twine that is now fastened to the frame of the cage in front of you. I know where the key has been placed if you move it without good reason there will be a consequence’.
‘Do you understand?’
‘Yes Sir’. I nodded.
‘Enjoy yourself’. He laughed as he strode to the door and turned off the lights.
I could hear him descend the stairs and then I was left in near darkness; the only light coming from the illuminated display of an alarm clock on the floor next to the head of the futon.
I stretched out, I could reach both ends of the cage but I would need to curl up slightly to be able to lie down. I could get my hands between the rounded bars and the frame and I could reach the securely fastened padlock.
Crouching on all fours I could arch my back and push up against the top of the cage but I couldn’t kneel.
I felt in front of me and discovered the loops of twine tied to the frame that would lead to the emergency release key.
The floor was definitely padded beneath the blanket and it was flush with the square stock metal that made up the edges of the cage base. I wondered if it was a false bottom or if the bars were continued beneath?
The cage was definitely metal, the bars were cool to the touch and they were very sturdy. I estimated that the square edge stock was ¾ inch and the round stock was thicker than my thumb and there was no way that they could be bent without some kind of metal working tool and getting through them would probably need an angle grinder.
This was a solid cage and I was a prisoner!
I lay down and brought my legs up until they touched the sides of the cage.
With some repositioning I was able to pull the heavy blanket from underneath me and, realising that it was quite large, make myself a nest.
I was warm, the base of the cage was comfortable and I felt deliriously intoxicated. The Glogg was still warming my belly and the realisation of finally being a caged Princess, something that had existed as a fantasy for many years tempted me to rub my fingers across my breasts. My nipples were hard like little bullets. I tweaked them with my fingers and felt the familiar rush of warmth in my groin.
My mind began to revisit portions of those erotic tales that I had spent so long reading in the past.
My right hand inched down across my belly to the heat between my legs. I began to trace the outline of my labia as my left hand gently rubbed my breast and tease my nipples.
God. This was good!
I felt incredibly horny and the more I rubbed myself, the more aroused I became.
My heart was pumping, my breathing accelerated and I felt deliciously light headed.
I could feel the heat in my groin and I could smell the stink of my arousal I circled my clit with two fingers and then sank them deep into the folds of my cunt as my left hand squeezed my left nipple.
It was enough to tip me over the edge and I felt the orgasm begin gripping the fingers of my hand and then, as my perineum contracted, the spasm rippled from my cunt up into my belly and beyond.
My whole body was shaking.
Then nothing.
‘You look rather comfortable’
The low-level lights were on and I could see R’s feet just in front of me as I lay on my side in a foetal position on the floor of the cage.
‘I must have fallen asleep’ I yawned.
‘I rather think you did. I could hear you snoring gently as I came up the stairs.
‘I don’t think that I need to ask if you enjoyed being caged as this room reeks of your arousal. Were you masturbating before you fell asleep?’
I reddened and stammered ‘Yes. I really couldn’t help myself. The whole experience has been a complete buzz’.
‘I hope that you don’t mind’ I added.
‘No. I thought that you might be unable to resist; you were quite aroused before you even went inside. Dinner is almost ready but, before we go downstairs to eat, I want to try one more thing if you’re willing?’
R can read me like a book and knows how to flip my switches. I was warm, relaxed and caged. He could, pretty much, do whatever he wanted.
Actually, he could do whatever he wanted as I trust him completely and know that he would never do anything that might endanger me or put me at risk of permanent harm.
‘Yes Sir. I’ll do anything. You know that’.
‘Splendid’. I love that he sometimes uses rather old-fashioned words.
‘Let’s have you up on your hands and knees, with your head down’.
I pushed the blanket off and rolled onto my front, lifted my buttocks and arched my back. I could feel the top of the cage pressed against my bum. I nested my chin in my hands. I knew that my sex was on show and wondered if R would be able to see the dried mucus that must surely cover the tops of my thighs.
‘Mmmm a lovely sight; both wet and swollen’.
‘Most inviting’.
And then I felt something nudge against the opening to my sex.
Something hot and firm.
And then it rotated against my inner lips, garnered some of my secretions and had sunk halfway inside my cunt.
I moaned and clutched at the blanket with both hands.
I felt the suction as the thing withdrew and then it was back, deeper this time.
Then out, almost to the point of being free of my cunt, before tunnelling inside once again.
‘Ooooh’ I cried. Clutching the blanket more firmly.
I pushed my sex backwards in the cage wanting more of whatever was being offered.
I was rewarded with a relentless pummelling of my cunt as the thing withdrew and then returned
Shallow. Deep. Shallow. Deep.
I could feel the heat.
I could feel the wetness.
And I could smell my stink.
This was insatiable.
I was moaning loudly, practically crying out with pleasure.
I could barely move but I was still being fucked inside the cage.
I moved my right hand down towards my mound ‘Can I?’
‘Yes’.
I began to rub my clit as the thing continued its unstoppable violation of my cunt.
I could feel the thing moving faster and faster, and matched it with my own frenzied circling and pinching of my clitoris.
I could feel my orgasm building and, as I started to shake, the thing withdrew and then began to complete slower and deeper penetrations as I squeezed my muscles against it, pushed hard onto my little mound of flesh and collapsed onto the blanket ‘Oh my fucking God! Oh my God. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck’.
‘What the absolute fuck did you do?’ I turned my head to look at R.
‘Just something that I thought up lying in bed a few nights ago’ He was standing with what appeared to be a spear next to him. Maybe five feet of red rod topped with a black bracket and topped with what looked to be a jelly dildo.
‘My fuck stick’.
‘I think I can confidently say that it works exactly as intended’.
‘Now let’s get you out of the cage’.
R knelt next to the padlock inserted the key and unlocked it with a click.
As I backed out I felt his hand on my sex and a finger invading deep into my vagina.
‘That is very hot and very wet’.
I continued to back out and he ran his hand along my back as I did so.
I drew level with his thighs and saw him raise his hand to his mouth, insert the finger that moments before had been deep inside me, and suck it slowly.
‘Delicious’.
‘I think you must have enjoyed your encounter with my new toy. I know that I did’.
I nodded as he pushed my cheek against the bulge across the front of his trousers. I didn’t need any further encouragement.
I pressed my open mouth against the mound and exhaled deeply blowing hot air into the fabric. I rubbed my face against his crotch and used my teeth to unbutton the trouser waist and then, carefully, to grasp the zipper and draw it down.
I know that he likes me to use my mouth rather than my hands.
His bulge seems larger now that it’s just enclosed within his boxer shorts and I place my mouth against it before exhaling more hot air and using my whole mouth to gently nibble.
I explore his growing erection and evaluate the best may to reach it, settling for using my tongue and mouth to unwrap it from its cotton cocoon and coax it out through the slit at the front of the shorts.
His cock springs free and I can now demonstrate just what a good girl I can be.
I lick along the underside from the point where his balls hang down to the edge of his glans before taking the whole of the bulging head into my mouth.
He sighs as I wash my saliva over the end of his cock and vacuum my cheeks to change the intensity of my sucking.
I lift off and let his cock drop free before hungrily devouring it again.
I’m good with cocks.
I cup his balls with one hand and grasp his shaft with the other.
My mouth and tongue rotate around the tip of his cock.
I’m gently squeezing and releasing his balls, pumping his shaft and creating a hot, wet opening for his seed.
He groans and I know that he’s enjoying this.
I begin to work harder.
Maintaining the friction on his shaft.
Rolling his balls through my fingers.
Dropping the glans from my mouth before greedily sucking it back inside.
He groans again.
His body tenses and I know that he’s close.
I clamp my teeth gently around his glans before releasing it and taking it to the back of my very wet mouth.
My head is bobbing up and down on the tip and my hand pumps his shaft.
I feel his cock begin to spasm and I squeeze his balls as they begin to rise higher as his orgasm begins.
Salty fluid begins to spurt into my mouth and I have little option but to begin to swallow as there just seems to be so much.
His body is completely tense.
Just the repeated contractions of his cock squirting more and more of his seed into my mouth.
Where the fuck is it all coming from?
R sinks back and lies on his back on the futon.
His cock continues to pulse but I can stop stimulating his shaft and concentrate on pleasuring him with my warm, wet mouth.
I kneel above him and continue to extract his seed whilst gently rubbing his balls.
I’m a good girl.
I know how to please.
I hope R is proud of me. |
