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Isambard -> Story: The Cage (7/2/2011 3:16:08 PM)
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Little bit of erotica I whipped up awhile back.
The Cage
The cage is made of black iron bars, and not very large at all. There is is (barely) enough height for you to kneel inside of it, and almost (but not quite) enough room for you to fully stretch your body out across the diagonal. A water bowl, a chamberpot, and a single blanket for sleeping on the hard floor completes the amenities. You have been locked in there for days, (without sun, moon, or watch you can't know exactly) wearing not a stitch except your collar, and could very well be in there for many more days if you don't mind your behavior.
Finding a way to punish, correct, and train true painsluts like yourself is always a challenge. Physical pain that a vanilla person would consider assault and many subs would consider harsh punishment are a reward for you. Thus, some ingenuity is required. You are generally a nearly perfect slave, a true gem. However, nearly perfect is not good enough. You will respect your Master and remember you are His *100%* of the time. That you can freely express your feelings to Master but NEVER with defiance or sarcasm. That your Master loves you, but He is ALWAYS right.
There is very little for you to do in there except think about what you have done and how to serve Him better in the future. You have no reading or writing materials. No t.v. or radio is left on in this room. Speech is forbidden, except with express permission, and masturbation is of course completely out of the question. You have known better than to play with your cunt, much less cum, without Master's permission from day one. On average, you are unlocked from the cage once a day to wash, brush your teeth, and defecate. You have learned the hard way to not talk or otherwise do anything except your assigned business on these little excursions. Once, when you were especially disobedient in this regard, your Master removed bowl, pot, and blanket from your cage and let nature take its course. Seeing you try to sleep on a hard cage floor in a pool of your own urine was not a pleasure for your Master, but it taught the lesson well.
Your Master seldom is in the room where you are caged. This is deliberate, so you will not even have the stimulation of his presence to enjoy. Once every two to three days in your confinement, he talks to you for awhile, giving you permission to speak. You have learned to both completely honest and abjectly humble during these conversations, lest you have more days added to your time. But short as they are, you look forward to these visits with an intense anticipation you would not have believed possible before the cage was incorporated into your training. Thus inevitably and ironically you look forward to seeing the very Man who locked you in there, as a flower looks for the sun. Brainwashing is such an ugly word; Let's call it "conditioning", or applied Stockholm syndrome, instead.
One night during your stay, Master sticks his cock through the bars and signals you to service him with your well-trained mouth. After he ejaculates into your mouth, you may speak, but only to say that which you know is required. "Thank You for allowing me to please You with my mouth Master. Thank You for allowing me to swallow Your precious cum Master." This is without doubt the single most pleasant moment of your captivity.
Sometimes your Master can hear you quietly sobbing in there, especially during the hours of darkness. This is not easy for Him, but He knows you must learn and need this experience.
The 5th day is your release date. Not your longest stay, but pretty close. You crawl out, keeping to all fours until told otherwise. You know to violate protocol at this point can easily get you put right back in there...
In front of a full length mirror, Master hauls you to your feet by the hair, and commands you to assume "Display"-standing, hands behind your head, legs shoulder width apart-and look at your own naked body-The lush breasts and curves your Master loves to caress, the pale skin he loves to redden with his tortures. This is a body you have an uneasy relationship with, the number one reason that leads to Master correcting you.
"My slave is beautiful. Because her Master has good taste. Because I wouldn't choose inferior specimens for my property. Isn't that right slave?"
"Yes SIR..."
Master's strong and callused hands begin to roam over your naked flesh...
Later-much later-you lie in bed with your head on Master's chest. You feel completely safe, completely cherished, and completely owned. All the things you need to feel...because you know the cage is right there, waiting.
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