This was the first time either of us had a chance to enjoy a cage, and it was beyond any expectations we might have had before. I met the host in the other room, and he was happy to give me a tour of his place. I think he pointed to some handmade furniture before saying the word “cage,” but “cage” is really all we heard him say. I looked at you with a smile. You were wide-eyed with curiosity, and beaming with delight, as we walked from one room to the next. My eyes then locked onto the white metal gate behind which was enough space for someone of any height to stand comfortably. The host opened the latch of the cage door, and stepped out of the way.
As if some internal force had compelled you to move from my side to within the cage, immediately, you slipped off your shoes, and before I realized what had happened, you were inside, and I was latching the gate closed behind you. Your eyes were fixed onto me at all times, as if your gaze were an emotional tether. Yet with a blink, your expression became one of utter submission, eyes cast downward. A slight shudder revealed your feeling of being on display for all to see. You were removed from the rest of us, isolated within the confines of the bars and wood. The girl in the cage. The featured exhibit. It seemed to suit you profoundly, for it touched my heart and fulfilled what was certainly a frequently discussed fantasy of mine. Openly and proudly, here you were, displayed as the girl who belongs to Me.
I believe people were occupying the bed and the bench in two of the corners of the room, but I didn’t take much notice of them before. Once you were in your place, I visually examined our surroundings. To my right through an open door was a plain tiled bathroom with two sinks. The entire wall to the left of the cage was likely enclosing shelves full of sadistic and sensual toys of all kinds. Past that, was a low couch presently occupied by three people, limbs intertwined, bruised, marked and glowing from whatever was their intense activity that transpired just before. In the corner opposite where we were was a bed with a dark bedspread over it. And in the corner near the door where we came in was a cross, an “X” of thick wood, with cuffs dangling from each extension.
“Daddy?” I turned to you when you spoke, and smiled into your big eyes. You tipped your head forward in the most precious way, making your eyes look bigger yet. I brushed hair from your face and put it behind your ear delicately, while you peered out from behind your blonde bangs. I melt when I hear the affectionate name you use for me, so I always do whatever I can to encourage you to stay in your “babygirl” headspace. When you knew by my expression that you had my attention, you asked permission to speak.
“What is it, babygirl?”
In a whisper, you spoke sweetly. “Daddy, some guests at the party came over to the cage and suggested that I had far too many clothes on. One nice Miss said my beautiful breasts and nipples should be on display, for everyone to see.” But even while I listened, I was already reaching into the cage, and began to unzip your sweater.
I said nothing. You knew already, and without hesitation you finished unzipping your short sweater, exposing the tops of your huge mounds, barely contained in your bra. I had one arm in the cage, my fingers probing and squeezing your luscious breasts, one then the other. I slipped my fingers over the material and started to pull it down. I began to ask you how you felt about it, but your hand was pulling down the other side of your top already, and both your breasts burst forward as if to escape to freedom. With both bare breasts hanging voluptuously in front of me, you were safe, behind the metal bars, and mine were the only hands that reached through. I had been looking fixedly into your eyes until you drifted into the comfort of your subspace, and shut them. I manipulated your nipples until they each stood at attention, and rubbed them, pinching each of them, squeezing progressively harder until I got a gasp out of you each time. Then squeezed your fleshy tits roughly with both hands like I was kneading dough, and you grimaced slightly, silently, without protest and kept your eyes closed.
I felt possessive. I smiled at others who stepped up to talk with me. Only then did I stop squeezing your tits, but I kept one hand gently busy with your nipples as I visited with admirers. People were trickling into the room to see how the new kinksters were doing, and they found us here at the cage in our own little world. Later, I asked you about your liberating moments in the cage. “I didn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed, at all!” you said brightly. “In fact, I really did feel liberated. I felt magnificent inside! I felt I was in a place of complete and utter submission. Although I was in a room full of strangers, and fully on display, I felt safe. I felt good. I knew Daddy was there to protect me.”
Another admiring Dom at the party had with him a black and orange plastic shock toy that he was touching with his hand, making sparks and snapping sounds. He walked up and told me it was a Japanese party favor and I believed him. I don’t care where it came from, I wanted one for myself just as soon as I could find one. He was watching you in your cage, with a slight smile, and asked me if he could shock you with this new toy. Hearing this, your eyes opened with a somewhat nervous expression, but after getting a look at what we were talking about, you averted your eyes downwards and looked like you were trying to retreat, and become small. I quite liked the idea, so I told him to touch my forearm with the toy, and it shocked me. Then I took it from him and tried it for myself, touching the back of my hand with it. I enjoyed it, I smiled, and I saw you looking bashfully up at me while I made it snap against my own skin. You watched me and appeared to become comfortable that the toy was in my hands. Noticing this, it prompted me to turn to say loud enough for you to hear, handing the toy back, “Go ahead. Use it on her. Not on the face though.”
You chirped in shock, just at the thought of someone else touching you with that. I was enjoying your reaction, but I made sure to catch your eyes with mine, and you knew what I wanted. “Babygirl, this is Andrew. Be a good girl and let him play.” I stepped back without waiting for a response, and he took his place just outside the cage, reaching inside toward you with the toy. There you stood, helplessly, and suddenly you were shocked with a snap. First on your arm, just for you to feel the sensation. But next, he touched the flesh of your tit with it, and waited just a moment, and then touched your nipple. I laughed silently when you popped up with a chirp.
I watched you stand in your cage obediently enduring the shocks a few times, but I became aroused from watching and so I pressed up to the cage and retrieved the toy from the Dom. I enjoyed the reaction I got when I tapped it to your skin and a spark snapped out to you. I repeated this along your stomach and your ribs, and frequently on your tits, but the real joy was when I touched your nipple with it and you let out a screech!
I gave you a rest, and turned to chat with the Dom for a little while and drifted into the middle of the room away from the cage, where you were collecting admirers and conversations. One boy stopped by and took quite an interest in you through the cage. I saw you shift as he kept staring at your breasts, but he was being very polite. In a moment, he came up to me because you asked him to get my attention, and I moved back over to you. “Daddy?” you whispered, “Daddy, I beg you, please may I get out now?” I touched your head and asked why. “Daddy I’m having trouble breathing, and I’m getting so hot and dizzy.” I smiled at you, knowing your limit, and opened the latch and held your hand tightly as you stepped out of the confined place, now free once again.
“What a good girl you are.” Hugging, I kissed your head as you clung to me. Keeping my tight embrace with an arm, I reached for a misty bottle of water and wet your forehead with the cool condensation, then I opened it to offer you a sip. We stood there a long time embracing. “Shhh, babygirl. Everything’s going to be okay. You are with Daddy, and you’re in the perfect place, right here where you belong.” It felt good as you squeezed tighter than before, and I knew that our bond had grown closer from the experience.
I can’t really know how long we stood there outside the cage. But eventually, we inched toward the door, and joined the group in the next room. A girl was getting spanked, and it looked like she had been hooked to the wall for quite a while, judging by how purple her ass was getting. “What nice stripes on her, babygirl!” I said to you with a tone you understood well, and wrapping your arms around my waist tightly, you pushed your face into my chest to hide from the idea.
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/// (c) Master Zoomer 2010
/// “You in the Cage”
/// March 16, 2010
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