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Master Puts Baby In The Cage For Being Bad
Baby walks in and the first thing she sees is the cage; something her Master has never done to her. She wonders if he ever will punish her to the point of locking her in the cage. As she stares at it she notices that the cage is ready, in the corner of the room, away from the door. Inside has been placed a thin wool blanket and her "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. She sees it, and knows some of what is to come, as she is prepared.
Freshly showered, shaved and nude, she watches Master prepare. She has placed her long hair in a clip, so it won't get in the way. She stands, waits and watches him intently at his work, occasionally looking up at her 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 her wonder what he is up to.
She submits to him, as she always do. Her obedience to him is a proof of her submission and adoration for him. Waiting, she shifts her weight from one foot to another, and even though he doesn't look up, she knows he was aware of that small movement. He might mention it to her, he might not.
Finished, he holds up his handiwork reverently, laid on both outspread palms. She sees two delicate, slender chains, with alligator clips on both ends. He lets her gaze at them and wonder, and then slowly lays them on the bed. Coming over to her, he gives her a kiss that makes her knees weak and starts a longing tingle, beginning with her legs. He strokes a finger there, and is pleased that it comes out glistening. She wants to touch him, hold him, but her arms are clasped in her hands behind her, at his request. Her chest rises, and she lean towards him for more kisses, but he pulls away, leaving her wanting more. She remains where she was, as she has been commanded. A low moan is swallowed at the base of her throat, which he hears, but chooses not to acknowledge.
Picking up one of the chains, he looks at her with a glint, then comes over to her and holds it up to her lips. She kisses it as though it were his lips she was kissing. She wonder where he will place it on her, and her nipples tighten at the thought that it will be on one of them.
He gently fondles one, then the next breast, as her breathing becomes quick and shallower. At times, she has to remind herself to breathe. She moistens her lips with her tongue, hoping that he'll kiss her again. She subtly leans towards him, hoping she is not being too blatant, but hoping that subconsciously, he'll want to kiss her, too. He looks steadily into her eyes, looks at her inviting lips, and a slight smirk is seen at his mouth, as he acknowledges her desire, and chooses not to comply. He adores the power he has over her. He loves making her want him, more and more desperately, and waiting for his whim for fulfillment. Truth is, she loves it, too. Few men know how to stoke the fires of a woman's passion. Master does, and could teach courses on it. More men should know this.
Holding her right breast, he opens a clip, and slowly brings it to her breasts. The anticipation builds, but doesn't prepare her for the clip's bite. She gasps and freezes, as her whole attention is directed to the pain in her nipple. He watches her reaction intently, waiting for the moment when she adjusts, and then slowly puts the chain over her back, letting the other alligator clamp dangle there.
He stands back and looks at her, and she looks at him with high life in her eyes, bearing the pain of the clip for him, letting him know with this action just how much she loves it. Satisfied, he walks to the bed and picks up the next chain.
After he places the next clip on her left breast, and watches her reaction, he dangles this chain, too, behind her. Gently touching her arm, he indicates she can now bring her arms down to her side. She wants to touch her nipples and relieve them, but she knows better than to attempt that. The tightness of the clamps seems to increase the longer they are on, intensifying the pain, and she thinks she can't take it, but she does. He walks behind her and lets her feel him rubbing along her backside. She wants him so desperately, she silently thrust her body even into that slight contact, hoping he'll take her, hoping she 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 her below, his fingers part her pussy lips from her vagina, helping the flower to bloom and spread. Moisture begins to seep down her leg, and he takes a finger to gently trace it. A trembling begins deep within her that she tries to contain, but finds herself unable to. He pinches one of her swollen outer lips with a finger, tightening the pressure, and she takes it. His finger clamp moves from that spot near the rear, and inches towards her front, near her clit, and quickly pinches hard, so she gasp out loud. She quickly murmurs "I'm sorry, Master," and he tells her that it's okay in his soft, sensual voice. The chain attached to her right breast tautens, and she feels the clamp on the other end being placed where his fingers were only moments before.
The clamp is tighter, however. From around her, his hand reaches under her breast to lift it, as the sweat beneath it has made it stick to her body like glue. Her body is now feeling an overload of sensation. The clamps on her breasts, one on her cunt lips, her heart pounding, and his hand leaving her breast so it feels the cool air. The chain reaches, but it is taut, so there is a tug on both her right breast and her outer right pussy lip. Looking down, she could see how the clamp pulls at her nipple, extending it from her breast, and she feels the air under her breast, which is now higher than her left breast. Without moving to judge his handiwork, he goes through the same motions on her left, and she mentally braces herself, but it does no good. As it happens, it is still an assault on her senses, and her breathing has become quick and shallow.
Now all four clamps are attached, and he slowly stands up to move around to the front of her. His fingers gently trace along the soft skin of her breasts, contrasting exquisite gentleness with a pain she can't ignore. His eyes gaze deeply into hers, silently asking her the question if this is too much, seeing the pain-filled love in her eyes that is there only for him, only for him. She wants to lean towards him, but the binding is such that the smallest movement would translate through the clips to her nipples and nether lips, so she remains still to adjust. He tells her "arms bound," and she again places her arms behind her, clasping above her elbows with both hands. This further lifts her breasts, as he continues running his fingers along the soft skin. Her trembling has increased, but she remains as she is, letting him do with this body that belongs to him as he wills. She again licks her lips, but this time it's for moisture, rather than for a kiss.
Her upper teeth bite her lower lip, but she doesn?t feel it through the pain of the clamps. Leaning towards her as though he will kiss her, he stops just short, and hovers there. Involuntarily, she lean towards him to complete the contact, taking a sharp deep breathe at the increased pressure on her body under the clamps. She kisses are filled with sweet need and supplication, silently thanking him for his mastery over her body.
He quietly says, "Knees," and she get down on her knees, face to his crotch, which he keeps just out of reach. She sniffs deeply; wanting his arousal, knowing it is the perfect mate for her need. She look up at him, with pleading in her eyes, and lick her lips suggestively, and, with a small smile on his face, he slowly shakes his head no. He notes how much she wants it, and again moves away.
Picking up a collar, he comes over to her places it around her neck. This one is over an inch in width, so once it is on, she?ll have little mobility with her neck. She can barely lower her head enough to see more than her nipples with their clamps and chains pulling her 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 she should suck it as though it were him, which she does. The taste is different, and she is adjusting, as he slowly enters it fully into her mouth, then quickly buckles it shut behind her. She thinks to herself, "no kisses while this is on," and wonder what he'll do next. Her tongue is compressed at the bottom of her mouth, and the gag reaches almost to her throat, but it is a comfortable fit, and welcome. She notices there is a hole in the tip of the penis, through which she can still get air.
The last item is a scarf, which he'll use as a blindfold. He holds it in front of her, and then slowly uses it to caress her body, light as a feather. The air it brings is cool to her body, but she looks at him longingly, knowing he'll be removing even that pleasure from her, soon.
He walks behind her, and places the scarf on her eyes. She opens her eyelids beneath it, and notice that she can see light through the scarf, but there will be no vision, since he doubled the scarf to decrease visibility.
"Fours," he says. She moves her hands from behind her back and place them on the ground in front of her, so she now on all fours. " In," he says. The cage door is open, and her back in slowly, trying to enter the door without banging into it. Her feet are the feelers, here, and she slowly enters. When her pussy is near the dildo, he instructs, "reach for the top of the cage," and she is again on her knees, with her 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 she begins to sit, feeling with her butt and pussy where the dildos are. She finds the pussy dildo, first, and situates herself to impale herself on it, and as she slowly lowers, she then feel the anal plug, and adjust to fit that inside her, as well.
The pussy dildo goes in easily, as she is so soaked with the juices of her arousal. But the anal plug presents more resistance, and its intrusion wakes her up to a new violation. "Down," Master states, and she realizes she is going too slowly. She forces herself lower, so that both plugs are fully inside, and wait, holding the cage's ceiling, with her head lowered, smelling her own arousal, the feeling of both plugs welcome, yet alien. She makes some small adjustments to adjust comfortably, and the anal plug enters more deeply, filling her more completely. She spreads her knees to present the view to him. "Good," he says approvingly. She smiled behind her gag.
"Elbows," he says. She moves her hands behind her, and put her elbows up near the cage's ceiling, which further intensifies the pressure on her nipples. He takes some leather straps, and threads them through the cage ceiling, and into the crook of her arms, strapping her elbows to the ceiling. He then does the same with her wrists. He leaves her knees and ankles alone, probably because her weight holds the cage to the floor, and it would be too much trouble to lift the cage to bind her, there.
"Comfortable?" he asks, and she nod her head. Clamped, gagged, collared, blindfolded, plugged and bound, she is in her element. He hasn't closed the cage door, yet, and she wonders if he has some new surprise in store.
He does. He lowers himself to her level, and then kisses her cheeks, the sides of her breasts; her raised upper arms, her belly and her thighs. She hears, "You love this don?t you baby," and she tilt her head to the side, trying to let him know she loves it.
Air displaces in front of her, and she feels him move away. The cage door is closed, and with a click, locked. That click indicates finality to her, and she suddenly wonders how long he'll keep her in here. She makes further minor adjustments, straining her 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." She nods in acknowledgement. She moans her bondage to him, and he responds with, "Sweet little slave." He stands there for a few minutes, watching her, as she don't hear him moving around, and she subtly move. She raises her chest to relieve the pressure on her nipples, she raise her head to keep the collar from cutting into her neck, and she slightly shift her arms to make the straps more comfortable. Without her volition, her bottom begins to move on the plugs, gently rocking.
As he walks out of the room, turning off the light to plunge her into total darkness, and softly shuts the bedroom door, she hears him say, "Good."