It had begun as any other day, but with one exception. I had a note from him telling me to be present myself for him at a certain time, and to be wearing very little. I was intrigued by this. As the morning progressed, I carefully made sure I was ready and arrived at the appointed time, garbed in a black silk and with a red ribbon tied around my waist.
I quietly joined him in the main living area, quickly placing the end of my leash into his hand, and settling down upon the floor next to him. I watched him as his hand ran back and forth in the water almost as if lost in thought. I waited patiently for him to acknowledge me, and soon enough I was rewarded with his voice.
"Did you sleep well, my little bitch?"
"Yes, Sir, I did. I'm very curious about today though, so my sleep was filled with many scenarios. Did You sleep well, Master?"
"Yes, I did."
"May I ask what is going to happen today, Sir?"
"You can, but perhaps it is better to show you. I will take you to the cage room now."
I could feel my heart beating fast all ready. I was unsure of what to expect but I trusted him with all that I was. I was patient as we went to the cage room and found a new cage in the room. The cramped punishments of “Rage Cage” where I can only fit seated, squatting, or on all fours, try to avoid at all costs. I had shared a fantasy about being, tied up, played with, and tortured in a standing cage early in our discussions. Without saying a word, he motioned for me to come over to the cage and get into it.
He quickly stepped into the cage behind me and drew my arms above my head and placed them into cuffs. He stepped back and looked at me and smiled. He carefully checked to make sure the restraints were not too tight but tight enough I could not escape and then stepped back again to admire my form. I smiled at him and waited patiently for him to speak once again.
"Now my horny slut, 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 we begin, however, you will not be allowed to speak unless you are directly told to. Is this understood?"
I watched him as he removed his belt and set it upon a shelf behind me in the cage. Upon entering the cage, I could see that there were some other toys sitting there but he clamped on the restraints too quickly to make out what they were yet. A shudder went down my spine as my mind slowly became focused on what was going to happen. I looked into his eyes and nodded my consent for this all to begin.
I looked at him and smiled. My heart was racing as thoughts went through my mind. This was something I had been wanting for a while now. To be bound, teased, teased relentlessly, and used at His whim. He reached down and placed a butt plug inside of me, making me whimper softly at the intrusion. I waited for permission to speak once again.
"You may speak now, my cum starved bitch."
"Yes, Sir, I understand and will save my voice."
With that said, he closed the cage door behind him and stepped back in front of me. I could feel his gaze upon my flesh as he inspected my attire. I caught the grin upon his face when it met with his approval. His hand reached up and softly caressed my face.
He walks back over to me and looks into my eyes. He sees in them my trust for him and the longing for what is about to happen. Although I do not quite know what to expect, there is still that knowing that soon I will be greeted with what I have so long been wanting. He pauses a few more moments and checks the restraints one last time.
I look around the cage, taking in the new sensations that this brings. I have expressed interest in a fantasy in a standing cage and now I am here. I look into his eyes and nod my consent for this all to begin.
"Hmm..........I am thinking that perhaps my good little bitch should be thinking of another question right now. What are you going to do to ask for what you need if you can not speak? Hmmm?"
He wraps his fingers in my hair, softly tugging my head back and placing a few nibbles upon my neck. I squirm a bit in the restraints as he does that. Generally, that is one thing that instantly gives me goosebumps down my entire body and today is no exception. I look into his eyes once again and patiently wait for him to give me permission to speak once again.
Instead of giving me permission right away, his hands roam around my body and softly place a few hard pinches here and there. I close my eyes for a few short moments taking in these sensations. He knows I like this and will torture me with it for a little while. A few moments pass and then he finally leans in and whispers into my ear.
"You may speak, my good little bitch. Tell me how you will let me know without using your voice that you have had enough and are begging for your release."
"Yes, Sir. May I hold my red ribbon and drop it to signal begging for mercy?" With that he slowly pulls the end of the crimson bow dragging the ribbon’s silky softness around my waist and puts the ribbon in my hands.
With that said, he leans in once again and runs his hands over my body, softly at first, but then as the moments tick by they become more demanding, more intense. I bite my lip softly to keep from crying out. I know that I must not fail him on this and will be the good little bitch that he will later reward. I shift my feet upon the ground a bit and it tugs on the restraints.
I do not see the scissors in his hand but quickly become aware of them as he cuts the straps of my garment. His hands tug the garment down off of my body and I soon stand naked before him. His eyes take in the beauty that is me and his lips quickly assault my lips. I squirm a little in the restraints as my anticipation begins to mount.
He stops for a short moment and checks the restraints once more before stepping back again to admire my form. I smile at him and wait for his next move. I whimper softly at the sensation. He smiles at me and then brings his hand down upon my ass, leaving a red mark behind.
As he steps back and out of the cage to admire his handiwork, leaving the room and me naked and restrained. With my hands above my head with my red ribbon in hand, a sense of vulnerability washes over me. The anticipation of his return fills me with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
Alone in the dimly lit room, the silence weighs heavily around me as I hang there, my hands bound above my head. Time seems to stretch on endlessly, each passing moment filled with anticipation and uncertainty. The cool air against my skin sends shivers down my spine, amplifying my awareness of my restrained position. In the quiet solitude, my mind races with thoughts of what he has planned for me. The memory of his touch lingers on my skin, igniting a fire of desire within me. I close my eyes, allowing myself to surrender to the unknown, eagerly anticipating the next chapter of pleasure and submission that awaits me at his hands.
Suddenly, the sound of His footsteps breaks my silence, signaling his imminent return. I keep my eyes closed, focusing on the sensations coursing through me. When he finally stands before me, fully dressed and exuding power, he gazes down at me with a hunger that sends a thrill through my body. His voice cuts through the air, a command that I dare not disobey.
"Are you ready, my little bitch?"
I remember the rule, the one that binds my tongue until he grants me permission to speak. With a nod, I silently convey my readiness, my body trembling with anticipation for what is to come. The unspoken promise of pleasure and pain hangs heavy in the air, fueling my desire and submission to him.
I watch him remove his clothes, folding them meticulously and setting them aside. The delay in his touch tortures me, a reminder of my submission and his control over me. I cannot afford to disappoint him; I must hold myself in readiness for his return. My eyes linger on his form, appreciating his masculine beauty, and a primal desire stirs within me. Without a second thought, I unconsciously lick my lips, a silent plea for his return and the pleasure he brings.
He catches this out of the corner of his eye and chuckles at me. His hand quickly descends upon my ass, bringing it back to attention. I wiggle in the restraints. He checks them once more before stepping in close to me and pressing his body against mine. He leans in and kisses me tenderly, his hands traveling across my back and slowly raising his hand to let a hard smack upon my ass again.
He looks into my eyes. He sees in them my trust for him and the longing for what is about to happen. Although I do not quite know what to expect, there is still that knowing that soon I will be greeted with what I have so long been wanting.
"My cum-starved cunt, I am going to fuck you hard and fast. You are not to make a sound unless I tell you to. Do you understand?" I nod my head, my heart racing with excitement and anticipation. I am ready for this, ready to serve him in every way possible.
He walks back over to me and runs his hands over my body, teasing my nipples and my slick pussy. I resist moaning with pleasure, my desire for release growing stronger and stronger. He teases me for a while longer, bringing me to the brink of an orgasm but never letting me fully cum. It is increasingly harder to resist the urge to whimper and moan, my desire for release growing stronger and stronger.
Then taking a cane from the shelf of toys, he gently taps it against my ass, leaving a red mark behind. I restrain from whimpering at the sensation, my body trembling with anticipation. He continues to tease me with the cane, tapping it against my skin with just enough force to sting without causing real pain. I can feel my desire for release growing stronger with each tap, my body begging for more.
As He continues to tease me with the cane, my body becomes more and more sensitive to each increasing tap. My hand tightens around the red ribbon in my hands as the pain peaks, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I can feel myself on the brink of tears, but I hold back, determined to be the good little bitch that He wants me to be. I submit to Him completely, trusting that He will take care of me and bring me to the peak of pleasure. And I am not disappointed, as He finally puts the cane aside and steps close to me once again. My Master's hands explore my reddened body, playing with my hard nipples and my soaking wet pussy. All I can do is stare hard at his eyes with pleasure as my longing for release reaches its height.
Finally, he can no longer resist. He positions me for himself in the standing cage, my legs spread wide and my arms still restrained above my head. He slides inside me, fucking me hard and fast as I stand there, helpless and completely at his mercy. I feel him pause as He removes the butt plug from my ass and replaces it with His hard cock. He grabs onto my hips, pulling me back and forth against Him as He thrusts deep inside me. He reaches around to rub my clit, getting me close to orgasm.
"Let go, my dirty slut. Let me have what you know is mine."
I cum hard, my body shaking with pleasure as the hot flood of my orgasm spreads through me. He grunts with satisfaction, his own orgasm quickly following mine. He fills me up with his hot cum, leaving me dripping and satisfied.
Afterwards, he helps me out of the standing cage and leads me to the shower, cleaning us both up and getting ready for the rest of the day. But even as we go about our normal activities, I can't forget the feelings of helplessness and submission that I experienced while standing in that cage. I know that I am his good little bitch, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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