I know very well how much my lover adores cages. Â She was kind of shy about it in the beginning, all those months ago, hesitant and worried about being judged. Â Over time, she’s let loose her enthusiasm for them, especially when they sit in dungeons and feature heavy, thick bars. Â On our first trip to a dungeon together, she made sure I spent sometime in a cage, a small one that allowed me to sit, hunched over, or crawl around on all fours. Â She enjoyed herself while tormenting me, and I enjoyed playing the part of caged animal desperate to get at the sweet smelling creature just out of reach.
But I know she’d rather be the one on the inside.
She got her chance a couple of weekends ago, during the Folsom Eclipse party. Â We were winding down after a long day of Folsom and a lot of play with our friend Arron. Â I’m not sure how it came up, maybe we were reviewing all that we done and seen downstairs. Â At any rate, Roxy said something about the cage, how much she adored cages and would love a chance to just sit in the one downstairs for a little bit. Â We didn’t know if it was occupied or not and Arron jumped up to go check.
Not long after that, my beautiful lover was inside the cage, curled up on a blanket, starry look in her eyes. Â I was standing outside, against the door. Â I suggested we play a little, maybe ‘adjoining cells’?
We got as close to each other as we could. Â The rest of the room vanished, and I was fully immersed in the scene with her. Â We were both in jail, separated by these cruel bars. Â I pressed my face between the bars as far as it would go, wanting to kiss her, taste those sweet lips.. press my tongue into her mouth. Â I reached through to pull her closer, felt her hands on my cock. Â We stroked, squeezed, caressed and kneaded each other into hot lust. Â I pushed a knee through, pulling her onto it. Â She rubbed against me, frantically, we didn’t have a lot of time, surely the guard would come soon.
A lot of this is blurry for me because I was so into the scene, I wasn’t recording it very well for posterity. Â Next thing I remember, I was opening the cage and I was no longer a fellow prisoner. Â I had become someone else and He wasn’t a nice guy. Â I don’t know what my eyes looked like to her, but I imagine them flat and cold and without mercy. Â She was my prisoner, I was the guard, I had complete power over her. Â She could say no, but that would only serve to increase my enjoyment of her eventual surrender.
She actually shrank away from me when I stepped inside… mmm, delicious. Â I knelt down, one hand in her hair, one at the base of her neck, my thumb threatening her windpipe. Â She melted. Â My style as her Dom is not loud or demonstrative in an attention getting way. Â I remained soft spoken, my words menacing and confident. Â I stared intently into her eyes, and she could see I was going to have my way and that she wasn’t going to convince me otherwise. Â I don’t remember the exact words I used, but I remember how it felt to hold her jaw in my hand, to squeeze it a little too hard, to see the fear flare up in her eyes. Â I pulled her mouth to mine, kissing her hard, using my teeth on her lips. Â I didn’t need to restrain her. Â My hands reminded her she was in my power.. a tight grip on the nape of her neck, on her jaw, around her throat. Â My hands squeezing her wrists, pressing her back against the bars.
The rest of the room had ceased to exist. Â There was only the cruel guard and the beautiful captive. Â She may have wished for a swashbuckling knight to sweep in and rescue her but what she got was a ruthless, horny guard who had no moralityÂ interferingÂ with his wish to force himself on her. Â We enjoyed this quietly brutal foreplay for uncounted minutes until I could see that her need for release was reaching the critical point. Â I pulled her onto my thigh, her wetness slick and hot. Â I kissed her deep and hard, her hair in my fist as she rutted without shame against my leg. Â That’s it, that’s it, give it to me.. give me what’s mine, girl…
Afterward, I wrapped her in a blanket and held her on my lap as she shuddered through some aftershocks. Â This is when my brutal captor turns into the gentle caretaker. Â Stroking her hair, kissing her face, feeling her complete surrender against my body, this is the sweet reward I sought. Â To know that I am able to give her what she wants, what she craves … my chest fills with pride and my love for her grows. Â We have come a long way together. Â I’ve learned a lot about what she needs from me as her Dom and in a moment like that, after a perfectly rendered scene…. that moment is etched in my mind for ever.
Thank you, beloved, for your faith in me. Â I love being able to give you what you so deeply desire.
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