"I have a surprise for you," Master said to me one day.
He got up from his favorite chair, where I lay at his feet, and extended his hand. I took his hand in my own, and he assisted me in rising from the floor. He dug into his pockets and produced a blindfold and a leash. I stood quietly, naked save for my collar and heels, as he placed the blindfold over my eyes. I heard the metallic clank of the leash being attached to my collar. With one hand firmly holding the leash and the other on the small of my back, Master guided me down the hall to the play room. He paused briefly at the end of the hall to unlock the door and then guided me inside.
I let out a gasp when the blindfold came off. Standing before me was a massive steel cage. This wasn't the typical oblong "jail cell" cage that one would expect to see in a well-equipped dungeon. Instead, it resembled a massive, antique birdcage, cylindrical in shape with a domed top. Inside the cage, a large ring was attached to the roof, presumably for securing whoever would inhabit the cage. I noticed odd looking clamps attached to the cage bars at varying heights and intervals. I could not begin to imagine their purpose, but I would soon find out.
"What do you think?" Master asked.
"It's beautiful," I said, still staring in awe.
"Now, I just need a little 'bird' to be my captive plaything," Master said with a wicked grin.
I could suddenly feel the heat of Master's clothed body pressing against my bare backside. He wrapped his arms around me, sliding his hands upward from my lower belly, over my breasts, and up to my neck. He removed the leash from my collar and tossed it aside. Squeezing my throat gently and tilting my head back, he whispered in my ear:
"The cat has caught the canary, and there is nothing the canary can do to stop him."
I shivered at the sensation of Master's breath tickling my ear. Goosebumps formed all over my naked skin. The heady aroma of his cologne made me swoon as I watched him open the cage door. With a soft push, he urged me into the domed enclosure. I stepped inside and then turned to face him. I wondered what he had in store for me.
"What are you going to do, Master?" I asked, timidly.
"You should know by now that I don't answer questions. I only give commands," he replied.
I watched as Master retrieved a bundle of rope from one of his "toy chests". He stepped inside the cage just long enough to tie my wrists together. He then pulled the rope up and looped it through the ring above my head. He finished his work with a secure knot and stepped out of the cage, locking the door behind him.
Master slipped out of my line of sight momentarily. I heard the sound of clanking metal. When he returned, he was holding several long, metal rods. The rods were pointed at one end. I had no idea of their purpose, but the sight of them filled me with anxiety. I felt myself starting to shake inside.
"You've probably been wondering about those clamps on the cage bars." Master said, "This cage has a special feature which you will now experience for yourself."
I watched in terror as Master slid the first rod into a clamp in front of me at chest height. I recoiled as the pointed end of the rod drew perilously closer to my right breast. Master stopped pushing the rod toward me when the point came to rest on the fullest part of my breast. If I moved forward in any way, the point was sharp enough to poke me painfully but not sharp enough to pierce the flesh.
I forced myself to remain as still as possible as Master repeated this process with the rest of the rods. In the end, he had placed a rod on each breast, a rod on each thigh, a rod on each side of my upper back, and a rod on each buttock. If I squirmed even the slightest bit, some part of my body would be poked.
"You're already realizing what will happen if you move, I see." Master chuckled, "You struggle to remain still, but I am making it my mission to force you to move as much as possible."
I whimpered in response, trying to imagine what he might do to me now that he had me trapped. I felt beads of nervous sweat forming on my brow. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I mulled over my predicament. Master stood before the cage in silence for a moment. This was a common tactic of his. He would announce his intent to torment me in some outrageous way and then allow me to contemplate what his words meant. Oftentimes, my imagination of the possibilities would go completely off the rails, leaving me feeling helpless and scared.