Bound and Caged

-1-

Stephen felt the cold brush of metal against his skin, causing a shiver to run up his spine. He'd been blindfolded, bound, and chained to the wall in this room now for what felt like hours. The sticky heat in the room, the heaviness of the tight, blindfolded hood on his head, and the unforgiving restraints were the only sensations he could feel - that is, until she entered the room.

Her heels clicked slowly, tapping a steady, sinister tempo across the room to where he was chained. Every once in a while, he'd hear a door open and close, a fresh cool breeze briefly wash over him, and that same rhythm would sound out on the floor as she walked around, never getting too close. Always out of range, just coming in to silently stare at her bound, blindfolded, chained, and caged prisoner. He could smell her through the leather of his hood: a sweet, heavy vanilla scent that wafted gently with her as she circled the wooden post that held his chains like a predator stalking its prey.

Leather cuffs bound his wrists tightly together in front of him, leaving him little room to adjust his arms as they tired. His ankles, too were bound to a long, heavy metal bar that forced them apart. A chain, secured to the floor, ran between his wrists and the bar, snaking away up the post and into a heavy metal ring at the top. It was pulled so tight he could barely move.

He was naked. Except, of course, for the hood wrapped tightly around his head, and for the metal chastity cage secured around his cock. The device kept him mercilessly unsatisfied, weighing down his crotch and causing his aching balls to throb regularly as he sat in the heavy silence, anticipating his next encounter with her. Now here she was, teasing him with a something cool and hard trailing along his skin.

He desperately craved release, his heavy balls straining against the tight metal ring, throbbing in a dull ecstasy he'd never felt before. He would do anything to cum, and as she walked around behind him he couldn't help but hope that this was it, that she'd finally release him. He'd take anything, a handjob, a ruined orgasm -- anything to take the edge off the desperate, heavy horniness weighing down on him now. He knew, though, that it wouldn't happen yet - he'd endured so much over the last few hours, and he had no idea what else awaited him before he was allowed his release.

-2-

Steven had no idea what she looked like. He'd arrived at the house earlier that day, following cryptic instructions sent to him from a burner email account, and had been met by a beautiful woman at the door as soon as he rung the bell. She'd clearly been expecting him, and quickly brought him inside and led him down a dimly lit hallway. Her ass swayed hypnotically back and forth as she walked, stuffed inside tight leather leggings. She bounced as she took each step, and at one point she looked over her shoulder and smiled softly at him as she led him through another door.

"You'll find everything you need on the table in the corner," she said as she closed the door behind them.

"I'd like to make sure you're wearing a chastity device," she said over her shoulder as she walked towards the table. She began arranging the items on the table, waiting for his answer.

"Oh, yeah I've got one on," he responded, hoping she wouldn't actually check. He didn't have one, and he wasn't about to go through the embarrassment of getting one just for this.

"And you have the key with you as well?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, thank you. Please remove everything but your underwear, and wait in this corner. Put your clothes and the key over here on this table, and We'll be with you shortly. You may wait over there against the post."

She walked back towards the door, ass swaying hypnotically as she exited the room. Without another look back at him, she shut the door and sliding a heavy, loud lock into place.

He removed his clothes quickly, folded them, and put them on the table. He wondered briefly about what would happened when it was discovered that he didn't actually have a chastity device or a key for it, but that didn't really seem like it would matter. He'd be tied up and blindfolded anyways, it wasn't like he'd be able to touch himself. What was the point of locking up his cock too?

"I wonder if she's the one I talked to?" He thought as he put on the cuffs, cinching them tightly.

He pulled the hood open, breathing in its heavy leather scent. It was small, possibly too tight, even, but he was able to force it onto his head with a little effort. There was a blindfold buckled to the hood that could be removed, but he left it securely fastened as he tightened the laces down the back. There was no gag, only a small hole that allowed him to breathe through his mouth after he had adjusted everything. Once he felt secure he leaned against the post and slowly slid down onto the floor, the tightness of his restraints both uncomfortable and excatically exciting as he prepared to wait for her return.

-3-

He waited for what felt like an eternity. Anticipation burned inside him, making him shake despite the heat in the room. He was beginning to feel drowsy too - the humidity was seeping inside his hood and settling all around him like a blanket, lulling him into an almost trancelike state. He breathed deeply and regularly, trying to keep himself calm as his mind raced, imagining that leather-clad ass bouncing in front of him again, swaying hypnotically as she walked just out of his reach.

The deadbolt interrupted his fantasy, clacking loudly before he heard a different voice. Harsher, lower, louder -- much more dominant.

"Get up."

"Yes, mistress," he said hurriedly, scrambling to his feet.

"Shut up." Was all she said from the doorway, walking slowly towards him, heels clicking as she moved. She didn't make any other noises as she appraised him. The blindfold kept him from seeing her, but he heard her clear enough through the hood.

She stopped, and he senses she was very close. He hoped she'd remove the blindfold soon -- he longed to see her. Instead, though, he felt not a hand, but something hard and flexible prod gently into his crotch.

"You're not caged."

He had never intended to actually show up wearing a chastity cage. He had assumed it was just part of the foreplay, the anticipation building over the days he had spent arranging his time at this dungeon.

"No mis-" he had started to say, until she slapped his erection, hard, with what had been probing his cock through his underwear. The pain welled up immediately, stopping him and causing him to double over.

"Shut up, you sissy bitch! I say you arrive caged, you arrive caged. Kneel!" Her yelling reverberated through the room, making him jump.

He pushed himself to his knees, feeling the throbbing pain fade a bit as he did so.

"Open your legs, bitch."

Her voice was louder, directly above him now. He slowly spread them apart, revealing his still-throbbing erection bulging out of his underwear. He heard her sigh, exasperated, and leather creaked as she bent closer to him.

"I'm going to take your underwear now. Hold very still." He felt cold metal slide up his thigh and heard a scissors snip up the leg of his underwear. He held perfectly still as she cut through the elastic band at the top. As she pulled away his ruined clothes, his erection stood out and away, throbbing as hard as it ever had.

-4-

Nothing happened for what felt like minutes. She stood still, looming over him as he laid on the floor. He felt her gaze burning into him, judging him, humiliating him even though she wasn't saying a word. His leather-hooded face pointed towards where he thought she may be standing, for what felt like an eternity. He was breathing hard, making stifled, panicky sounds through the leather tightly covering his mouth and nose.

"Pathetic," she finally said, her voice dripping with contempt. Leather creaked again as she straightened and walked away from him. He heard a chain clinking somewhere off to his left.

"Come here," She said. He began to get to his feet, wondering how he'd find her.

"Did I say you can stand?" She said, louder, and began to walk back towards him, heels clicking faster this time.

"You're a stupid filthy bitch, and do you know how bitches come when they're called?"

"No, mistress"

"They crawl on the floor like a dog. Now crawl, bitch," she said as she approached him, grabbing the laces on his hood and forcing him onto all fours. She yanked his head forward as she walked beside him, roughly leading him forwards.

"Here, stop. Turn over and sit still." She said, letting go. He heard her walk away and come back, dropping a bag of some sort next to him.

"Spread your legs." She roughly pushed his knees apart, grabbing his left ankle and clipping it to a heavy metal bar. She then clipped the other end of the bar to his right ankle, forcing them apart and keeping his now desperately pulsing cock exposed. He was helpless, totally at her mercy, and fear began to course through him alongside his aching horniness.

He felt lightheaded as she threaded a chain through the cuffs on his wrists, and roughly pulled his hands forward.

"Now crawl, bitch." She growled, yanking on the chain and pulling him onto the floor. She half-dragged him as he struggled forward, slipping on the chain. His knees ached as he squirmed against the spreader bar attached to his ankles, and he could feel his aching hard-on swaying back and forth as he shuffled forwards. He could feel the heat of her next to him, radiating dominance and power.

Eventually, he felt the base of the post in the middle of the room again as he groped his way forwards. Without a word, she flipped him over so he was sitting down. He heard her thread the chain through some sort of eyelet at the top of the post.

"Get up, bitch," she said again, pulling him up by the chain on his wrists. He struggled to his feet, awkwardly leaning against the pole as he pushed himself up on legs forced apart by the heavy bar between them. His cock ached as he struggled to his feet, standing straight out from between spread legs, totally vulnerable to her. She pulled until he was standing on the balls of his feet, struggling against the spreader bar to keep his balance as she fixed the chain in place.

-5-

He felt a sudden shock of cold run through him as she wrapped an ice-cold towel around his throbbing cock. He immediately began to grow softer, shrinking in her palm as she held the towel tightly around the base of his cock.

"You won't need this worthless cock. I'm very upset you didn't arrive caged, but of course, we were prepared for situations like this," she said.

He felt her face drawing closer to his ear behind the hood. Her scent wafted in, settling deep inside his hood as she continued to speak to him in barely a whisper. The sweetness of vanilla mixed with a heavy, musky smell, intoxicating him as she spoke.

"That's better," she crooned as he kept getting softer, the cold chill creeping deeper into his cock. She squeezed his balls painfully hard, forcing cold wetness to run from the towel across his now mostly soft cock.

"We don't need this anymore now, do we?" She asked, lips now moving softly along the leather next to his ear as she pulled the towel off his cock. It hung limp between his legs. He felt her long fingernails trail over his cock as her hand left him, lazily moving away as she bent down again. He heard metal clinking in the bag as she dug through it. Straightening up, she again wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, behind his balls, and began to squeeze, hard.

-6-

"Now, relax. Hold still, and if you get hard I'm going to leave you here like this." She said. He felt her pull his balls through a heavy metal ring, the cold circle replacing her fingers and she slid the shaft of his cock through it as well. She pushed it up to the very base of his cock, tugging his balls down and through the ring she had fit onto him. He heard a bottle cap flip open and felt a cool liquid run over the shaft of his cock. She worked the lube into his cock quickly, efficiently coating his shaft before sliding the head of his dick through the opening of a heavy metal cage.

He began to get hard as she slid the cage further onto him, his cock growing despite his urge to stay soft. He started breathing faster, trying desperately to concentrate on anything else, but it was no use -- he was going to get hard again, he knew it. She felt him growing, and pinched his balls with her fingernails, causing pain to shoot through him and giving him the distraction he needed. She forced the cage quickly all the way up his shaft before he grew much more, clicking it into place and locking it with a metal padlock as his stiffening shaft strained at its new restraints.

"There, much better," She said, close to his ear again. She grabbed the laces on his hood and pulled his head back so it was touching the pole, and said, "You don't deserve a hard cock, do you?"

When he didn't answer her immediately, she grabbed the cage on his cock and yanked down, sending an ache through his crotch.

"Do they?" She growled again.

"No mistress," he said, breathing heavily through his mouth. He was focused on keeping his balance, struggling against his bonds and deeply humiliated that he'd been forced into a cage.

"Don't worry. I know you paid me to cum." She said as she moved away from him again. As her heels clicked further away, back towards the door, she said, "I'll be back soon. We need to get you ready."

The door opened and shut, and as the deadbolt slid back into place Stephen's breath began to slow, matching the aching throb coursing through his crotch. He leaned back, spread open and totally vulnerable, waiting for whatever would come next.