The Cage

by Carole

She has been lead, blindfolded, down the stairs. Her hands are shackled behind her back and her collar is buckled tightly around her neck. Master is leading her with his strong hand on the back of her neck. She is excited, but nervous, and very aroused.

Master pushes her into a kneeling position and removes her blindfold.

“Open your eyes, cunt,” he tells her softly.

She is kneeling in front of a cage. It is a wire dog cage, about 4 feet long by 3 feet high by 3 feet wide. She stares at it blankly, not understanding. Master is behind her, forcing her fingers into balled fists. He is binding mittens tightly over her hands so that she cannot open her fingers. He forces a ball gag into her mouth and chains a heavy chain between her nipple rings. Master unshackles her hands and tells her to lie on her back and spread her legs. She does so, starting to feel anxious.

Master takes a tiny padlock and another length of fine chain and locks the chain to her clit piercing.

“Get on your hands and knees, cunt,” he orders her quietly again. She complies. Master opens the door of the cage. “Inside.”

She looks up at him, incredulous. She doesn’t realize he is still holding onto the chain attached to her clit piercing. He tugs it sharply and she cries out behind the gag.

“Inside the cage, my little animal,” he tells her again. She shakes her head, no, and tries to reach for the chain attached to her tender clit, but her hands are bound and she has no ability to grab it. Master’s strong hand takes hold of the back of her neck.

“You asked me to train you, and this is how I choose to do it, slut,” he whispers harshly into her ear. He pushes her towards the door of the cage. Shivering, she crawls inside. She has barely enough room to turn around and face the door of the cage. Master squats in front of the door and lifts her up by her collar. He snaps the clit-chain to the wires on the floor of the cage. “Now you won’t try to leave,” he explains. He places blankets over the hard wire cage bottom, which she crawls onto, gratefully. She still believes he will set her free. Master slams the door shut with a sound of finality and snaps a large padlock onto it.

She whimpers and tries to plead with Master with her eyes, but he turns his back to her. “You’re my animal now,” he tells her. “You have no hands to work with, no voice to speak with, and you have to crawl like a bitch. I’m interested to see how you deal with it.”

She only now notices the video camera he has set up, facing the cage. Master pushes the record button, and heads towards the stairs.

“Oooooo, ooooooh!” she screams behind the gag as he walks away. She lunges towards the door of the cage, but the chain locking her clit to the cage is quite short, and she sharply pulls it. She screams in pain and sits back. She tries to kneel up, but the cage is too short, and she bangs her head against the roof. She beats at the doors with her balled fists, but it is very sturdy.

The ball gag is making her drool.

The cage is very small. Too small. She can barely move inside it. She can’t sit, she can’t kneel up, all she can do is rest on her hands and knees, or lie down on her chest and knees. She feels like she can’t breathe. Her breathing starts to come very fast, until she starts to see spots in front of her eyes. She beats futilely against the door of the cage again, shaking it violently. She tries calling out to Master as loudly as she can behind the gag. Help me Sir, I can’t breathe! She is thinking. Her words only come out in grunts. The cage is very small. It’s getting hot inside the cage. She shakes back and forth inside it, trying to tip it over, but the thrashing is hurting her clit, and she realizes she can’t undo the hook because of the mittens she is wearing.

The spots before her eyes are fading as she begins to get angry. She is now seeing a red haze. Bastard! She thinks, and kicks the cage with her foot. The pain makes her angrier. How can you do this to me? She starts to scream behind her gag, a scream of rage and frustration. Her head thrashes back and forth, and spittle flies from her chin. Why won’t he come and save me?

She looks directly into the camera, a look of pure hatred. If, at this second, he released her, she would kill him. She is shaking again, this time with rage.

Minutes slide past. Maybe Master is upstairs, watching her through a video feed. Maybe he’s left the house. She can’t hear anything. The rage is receding. Sir? She thinks, grunting behind the gag. Are you here? There is no movement upstairs. Maybe he really is gone. Maybe he left her here in this cage, all alone in the house!

“Uhhhhhhh?” she cries out from behind the gag. No response. “Uhhhh! Uhhhhh!”

He is not answering her. Master isn’t here! She lays down on her arms and chest, her ass sticking up into the air. Tears begin to slip down her cheeks. She is alone, caged like a bitch. She cries piteously. Master abandoned her, locked her in a cage, alone. He doesn’t love her. He doesn’t value her. She could be in here for hours. For the whole day! She begins to rock back and forth, crying to herself.

The gentle rocking is tugging softly on her piercing, sliding the ring back and forth over her clit. The drool is hanging from her chin, and her face is stained with tears and slicked with sweat. The tugging feels very good.

I can give myself a cum like this she thinks to herself, rocking softly. She raises her ass a little higher, pulling the chain a little tighter. She gasps sharply behind the gag and rocks her ass up and down.

“Uhhhhhhooooooo,” she moans around the gag. She brushes her nipples against her bound hands. The sensations are good, but not quite enough. She rocks harder, but the tugging becomes painful again, so she slows down. Her nipples are stiff and swollen and she can feel how wet she is. Maybe she could cum if she could just straighten out her legs, but there’s no room inside the cage. She puts a paw down on the chain between her nipples and tugs upwards with her body, pulling them hard.

“Uh!” she grunts, and does it again. So good, but not enough. God, she needs a cum!

She hears footsteps on the stairs, but is concentrating so hard on the sensations in her body that she ignores it, until she looks up and Master is standing in front of her cage.

“Uhhhhh!” she begs around the gag. Now now now now now! Master unlocks the cage door and lifts her up by her nipple chain.

“ESSSSSSS!” she cries behind the gag as he unlocks her clit-chain from the cage and leads her out by her nipple chain. Master slides his hand between her legs and feels her hot, wet pussy. She shoves her body hard against his hand, trying to make herself cum. She crawls forward, and turns around, nuzzling at his crotch, the sweet, hard bulge behind the zipper of his jeans. He slowly unbuckles her ball gag as she grunts impatiently. The second he takes it out of her mouth, she grabs for the zipper of his jeans with her teeth and tugs it down. He pulls his hard cock out for her and she sucks it into her mouth.

“My eager little bitch,” he croons to her as she devours his cock. “Earn your cum baby.” Her mouth is hot and slick and she is swallowing him deep into her throat and rocking her body back and forth, grinding her pussy lips against the chain between her legs. He tangles his fingers into her hair and forces her mouth down over his cock. She grunts her approval and sucks hard.

Now Master is grunting as he cums down her throat. She doesn’t stop sucking, and he has to pull her away from his sensitive cock. He pushes her backwards roughly, and she lies on her back, legs spread like a slut, thrusting her pussy upwards to him.

Master gently pulls the clit chain upwards and slides three fingers into her wet, waiting pussy. His thumb finds her clit and he starts fucking her hard with his hand. She is thrusting wildly onto him, making herself cum. He’s praising her and tugging on the clit chain as she fucks herself on his hand. Suddenly she stiffens and lets out a long, howling scream. She crushes his fingers inside her spasming cunt. Her whole body is soaked with sweat, and there is no intelligence in her eyes, only the look of a sated bitch in heat.

“Now do you understand?” he asks her softly as he kneels beside her, stroking her sweat-soaked hair. Shivering, she nods, and licks his fingertips, sucking her juices off them, like the animal she is.