The Cage 22

Hello to all our followers. Jeremy here again, just back from another trip to Connecticut to pay a visit to Wendy, my girlfriend, lover, and mistress. If you're curious about our past adventures, you can catch up on them in our previous writings. Wendy asked me to document this latest visit, so here's my account, as vividly as I can recall.

I landed at Bradley International Airport, my heart racing with anticipation. Wendy was waiting for me at the TSA exit, a vision in a summery dress that clung to her lithe body. She wore strappy high heels that accentuated her legs with every movement. Her hair flowed around her shoulders in soft, seductive waves, framing her face with a natural elegance. As I made my way through the terminal with my luggage, our eyes met, and her face lit up with a radiant smile that seemed to melt away the stress of travel.

She leaped into my arms with an eagerness that made the world around us fade into a blur. Her kiss was electrifying, a blend of passion and tenderness that took my breath away and left me momentarily disoriented. In that fleeting moment, the bustling airport fell away, leaving only the intense connection between us. Every reunion is a poignant reminder of her magnetic allure and how fortunate I am to be with her, even if only for brief intervals. One day, our careers will allow us to be together permanently, but for now, we cherish every precious moment together.

The first few days felt like a slice of domestic bliss. That night, we arrived at Wendy's home where she had prepared a mouthwatering traditional Polish meal. The flavors were as rich as the evening was intimate. After dinner, we lost ourselves in each other's embrace, making love first in her spacious, steam-filled shower, and later in the luxurious comfort of her king-sized bed.

The following day, we reveled in our routine of "domestic bliss." We made love again in the soft morning light, our bodies entwined under the covers. Afterwards, we enjoyed a sumptuous breakfast that I prepared, savoring the simple pleasure of sharing a meal together. Wendy appreciates my help with the "honey-do" list, which keeps her charming house in perfect order. I happily tackled the chores—mowing her lawn, edging the driveway, and washing her windows—finding satisfaction in being useful and taking care of her needs.

When her downstairs toilet started running, I quickly diagnosed the issue as a faulty flapper valve. We grabbed lunch together and then headed to Home Depot to pick up a replacement. As we strolled down the aisles, we passed a section stocked with ropes and chains, neatly coiled and ready to be cut.

Wendy gave me a playful nudge and pointed to the chains with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Look over here, Jeremy. We should get some of this chain. It would be perfect for binding you up without leaving those pesky rope burns."

"I've never complained, have I?" I replied, a teasing note in my voice.

Her voice got that husky tone that I knew meant her Dark Goddess was speaking, "You are wise not to. Can you imagine having coils of that heavy, cold metal against your skin? Or the wonderful clinking metal sound as you hang from my basement's ceiling by some thick chains? Maybe we should also buy a hand dolly so I can chain you to it in all your nude glory and be able to wheel you wherever I desire?"

I thought any answer would only land me in further jeopardy so prudently kept my mouth shut. She backed up into me, reached behind her back to grab me between the legs, and gave my package a good squeeze. Leaning her head onto my chest she turned her head to mine and planted a quick kiss on my cheek. She growled low, "The thought of you bound and helpless always gets my motor running, dear. Be prepared to serve my Dark Goddess tomorrow." And with one last tug, she released my manhood.

We returned to her house and I fixed her toilets. I was wondering what devilish things she had planned. One thing about my Mistress is her mind is as devious as it is creative. She could teach the devil a few things about temptation. She didn't give anything away as we had another day enjoying each other's company. That night I took her to a nice dinner and returning home watched "So I Married an axe murderer" on Netflix. Halfway through the movie, she pulled out my manhood and began stroking it until I grew hard. It was at this point she pulled off her black panties and impaled herself on it, cowgirl style. She didn't move after, but just held me inside her hot pussy. When I tried to gyrate my hips below her she hit my chest biding me to remain still. For the rest of the movie she just remained motionless with my cock inside her, prolonging the intimacy. I was dying to thrust into her but remained stationary, bound not by chains, but by her iron will.

When the movie ended, I figured she'd finish me off but to my chagrin, she just climbed off me, took my hand, and led me upstairs saying, "That was wonderful my dearest. The memory of being inside my pussy should give you sweet dreams." That may be true, but having a raging hard-on only left me on edge as we cleaned up and climbed into her bed, snuggling under the covers as we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning arrived, and I awoke feeling fantastic—perhaps those dreams had something to do with it. I stretched and turned over, only to find the bed empty. Rising, I headed to the far side of the bedroom where I'd left my suitcase, only to discover it was now empty except for a wide, fur-lined collar, four leather cuffs, and a note.

The note read:

"Dildo Whore, my Dark Goddess demands your obeisance. You are to be her slave today. Put on your accouterments; you won't need any clothes, so don't bother looking for them—they are well hidden. Also, make sure you take a Cialis so your cock won't disappoint me. Once you are presentable, come downstairs to serve your mistress."

I followed her instructions meticulously. First, I secured the black leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles. They were wide, sturdy, and featured metal attachment points that hinted at the day's possibilities. Next, I fastened the fur-lined collar around my neck, making sure it was snug but not too tight. I knew Wendy would be meticulous about the details and didn't want to start the day by giving her any reason to punish me, though I was certain she'd find a reason, no matter how small. I wanted to avoid making it too easy for her—and painful for me.

I slipped into her bathroom and found my toiletry kit undisturbed on the shelf. I took a Cialis as she directed. I haven't had any issues getting erect around Wendy so far this week. However, she has been annoyed in the past when she dominates me I'll sometimes grow soft if I'm not concentrating so she likes to ensure that doesn't happen. I haven't quite turned out to be the pain slut she's hoped for, but that hasn't stopped her from trying to train me.

Descending the stairs, I made my way to the living room, where Wendy was lounging on the sofa, deeply absorbed in a book. As I entered, her gaze lifted from the pages, her eyes locking onto mine with a commanding intensity. "Jeremy, you certainly slept in and kept me waiting. I hope you've rested well, because you'll need all your strength today."

Standing there, completely nude except for the leather cuffs and collar, I felt even more exposed and vulnerable under her scrutiny.

"You're to head into the kitchen and prepare my breakfast. And don't dawdle," she instructed with a firm tone.

"Yes, Mistress," I responded, quickly hurrying to the kitchen. I started by boiling water for the French press, filling it with freshly ground coffee beans. While the water heated, I cracked two eggs into a bowl and whisked them vigorously. Pouring the mixture into a hot skillet, I added diced ham and chopped onions, savoring the sizzle as the ingredients began to cook. Once the water boiled, I poured it into the French press and set the timer, using the downtime to clean up my prep area.

When the timer rang, I poured a steaming mug of coffee and carried it to Wendy. She took it from me with a satisfied nod, sipping the rich brew before dismissing me with a wave to finish the omelet.

I added a generous amount of cheese to the eggs, folding them carefully before plating the omelet on a tray. Gathering silverware, I brought the tray back to Wendy. She placed it beside her on the table and took a hearty bite, her nod of approval and contented expression signaling her satisfaction.

Noticing my nonplussed attitude, she looked at me and pointed to the coffee table. Turning I saw a large metal butt plug and a bottle of lube. She intoned, "Dildo-whore, you are to fill your ass. You are not allowed to take it out unless I tell you to, it is now another addition to your attire today. What do you have to say?"

I went over to retrieve the plug and lube, "Thank you Mistress for taking a firm hand with me."

"Good my slut, once it's firmly inside you, I'll give you a chance to show your gratitude with your tongue in my pussy while I'm devouring my breakfast."

I applied a generous glob of lube onto the cold metal plug, and then leaned over to put the tip against my closed sphincter. Over the years I've grown accustomed to having Wendy putting things in my rear, so with a firm push it popped inside me with only a momentary pang of pain. Once it was firmly ensconced in my ass and the flared base kept it from disappearing inside me completely, I knelt and spreading my Mistress' robe put my head between her firm white thighs. My tongue found her smooth pussy and tentatively began to lick her.

She showed her appreciation by widening her legs to give me easier access and purred, "Jeremy, you are such the submissive. Aren't you glad I'm such a dominant? So here we are, you on your knees and exposed while serving your mistress just like you were born to do."

I just mumbled in understanding while continuing my cunnilingus. Mistress Wendy kept eating her breakfast all the while getting serviced by my tongue. I could tell she enjoyed it as she became very wet, her juices flowing over my chin. After she finished her eggs, she set the plate aside and rested her mug of coffee on my head, using me as her table. I was happy just to be pleasing my Mistress so I continued as she sipped her coffee. I could feel her pussy engorged with blood as my licking drove her closer to a climax. She set the mug aside and took my head now in both hands. "I'll put her tongue right where I need it, sub," she said. I continued to flick her clit with my tongue. When I slid my hand up to her pussy and inserted two fingers into her box she cried out. Pushing deeper I applied a circular motion to her G-spot which pushed her over the edge. Gasping she forced my face against her pussy and her orgasm swelled, built, and finally broke over her, crashing with waves of ecstasy.

After a few minutes, she came down from her orgasm and pulled my head up. "That was a fine start, my sub. Continue to serve me well today to prove your worth. I'll allow you some time to make yourself breakfast; I don't want you to get lightheaded from lack of food."

I rose and headed into the kitchen, preparing a hearty meal for myself. Once finished, I approached Wendy and asked if I could join her. She gave a nod, patting the cushion beside her. I placed a towel on the couch, sat down, and began to eat while Wendy reclined with a contented smile. She turned on one of her cooking shows, her satisfaction evident.

After I finished my meal, I cleared the plates and silverware, tidying up the kitchen before returning to the couch. Wendy motioned for me to rest my head on her lap. I complied, enjoying the comforting warmth of her touch as we watched the show together.

Just as the program was ending, the doorbell rang. Wendy turned to me and said, "Jeremy, go answer the door."

"Um, may I put on some clothes first?" I asked, my voice tinged with apprehension.

"No, you may not. Be quick about it. Consider yourself fortunate that I'm allowing you any freedom at all," she said sharply.

Swallowing my pride, I rose quickly and made my way to the front door. The lack of a peephole only heightened my anxiety as I approached. I fumbled with the deadbolt, the metal cold against my fingers, and turned the handle, every creak of the door echoing my sense of vulnerability. I felt exposed, each second stretching as I braced myself.

Standing on the porch was a tall, familiar-looking redhead. She didn't seem shocked by my state of undress, her gaze lingering on my exposed form with a playful smirk. "Hey, stud. Long time, how's it hanging?" she chuckled, her eyes dropping to my package.

Recognition hit me like a wave as her voice reached my ears. "Sue!" I exclaimed, astonished.

Sue stood before me, just as striking as I remembered. Her red hair, now cascading in loose waves to her shoulders, framed her face with an effortless beauty. The last time I had seen her was in Florida, when Wendy, Sue, and I had made my ex-wife our sex slave. The sight of her now stirred a mix of nostalgia and surprise within me.

"Well, are you going to let me in or just stand there gawking... showing off your junk to the whole neighborhood?" she smirked.

I let Sue in, quickly closing the door behind her. I guided her into the living room, where Wendy was waiting with an inviting smile. "Hi, Sue. Glad you could make it. We're in for some fun today." Wendy stood, greeted Sue with a warm hug, and then directed her to sit beside her on the couch.

"Thanks for reaching out," Sue said as she settled in. "I'm glad I happened to be in Connecticut at the same time as your sub. I remember our time in Florida all those years ago. It was clear you had plans to make him your own. It looks like things are going well, judging by what he's wearing," she added with a sly grin in my direction.

Wendy laughed, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Oh, it's been fantastic. He's still a work in progress, but we've enjoyed every step of the journey. His submissive nature and my Dark Goddess persona fit together perfectly."

Sue's gaze wandered around the room. "What about the other woman you mentioned? Have you managed to bring her under your control yet? I hope she'll be joining us today as well."

Wendy shook her head, "No, unfortunately, she was getting too obsessed and way too serious. Don't get me wrong, I had a great time dominating her and she helped me have the best birthday ever along with dildo-whore here. I'll be happy to continue educating her on her submissive side if she comes back to reality. In the meantime, we have Jeremy here to play with this afternoon."

Sue and Wendy began to chat, just normal small talk about how things were going, and their jobs. All this time the two sexy ladies were talking, and I was left to stand behind them naked, collared, and feeling very vulnerable. Sue then pointed over her shoulder and remarked, "Jeremy looks like he's been keeping in shape, your insistence, no doubt?"

Wendy replied, "Of course, you know I like my men packed and stacked. I also like to keep him on his toes when we're together. Well, it's that or on his knees. Over here dildo-whore, on all fours!" she intoned pointing at her feet. I went around the couch and lowered myself to the floor where she pointed. She kicked me on the butt and pressed the heavy butt plug further into my recesses to move me forward a foot then placed both her feet on me. "Give it a try, Sue," she said, "My sub makes a fine footstool."

I felt Wendy's feet slide onto my hips, and soon after, Sue's feet rested on my shoulders. In that moment, I was nothing more than a piece of furniture for them. They continued their conversation as if it were just another ordinary Saturday. Perhaps, for them, it was—maybe they had their own hidden indulgences when I wasn't around. Wendy and I share everything, yet we also maintain our separate lives. For instance, I hadn't known about Janette until Wendy introduced me to her while I was suspended from her dungeon ceiling on her birthday.

After about half an hour of catching up, Sue glanced at Wendy and said, "Hey Wen, why don't we go outside? It's a beautiful day. How about having Jeremy serve us drinks on the patio?"

"Sounds like a perfect idea," Wendy agreed, giving my backside a playful prod with her foot. "Dildo-whore, make us a pair of your sunset martinis and bring them to us outside. And don't dawdle."

As the ladies removed their feet and headed to the patio, I stood up, stretching to alleviate the knots in my back. They were already lounging comfortably outside, so I quickly moved to the kitchen to prepare their drinks. I poured pineapple vodka, a splash of vermouth, and plenty of ice into a cocktail shaker. After giving it a vigorous shake (not a stir), I strained the martini into two glasses, adding a touch of grenadine for a splash of color.

With the drinks carefully balanced on a tray, I stepped outside to serve them. Wendy and Sue took their glasses and sampled the martinis. Sue nodded with approval and said, "Nice job, Jeremy. It's clear Wendy has trained you well."

I felt a flush of pride and vulnerability as I stood there, exposed and eager to please. I clasped my hands behind my back knowing Wendy would punish me if I was making any attempt to hide myself. "You see, Sue, I've discovered I want to be in control. I desire to be the boss." Wendy said, "It's not just training him, I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want someone always at my feet. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, and his sexuality are all mine to control. I enjoy working, holding my ground intellectually, and artistically; but as a woman, oh God, I also want to dominate. I love standing on my own feet, being all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to pursue, fuck, and possess the will of males in my time."

"Wow," Sue exclaimed, "You've really thought this through. I remember your kinky side from college, but back then it was raw. Now it's polished."

"You can thank Jeremy for much of that," Wendy replied. "With his help, my Dark Goddess persona has matured. Let's have some fun with him so you can experience just how enjoyable—and empowering—it can be."

Wendy stood up and retrieved some rope from the patio table. Pointing at me, she commanded, "Paws out, sub." I extended my hands, and she expertly secured my wrist cuffs with the rope, tying a precise knot. She then led me by the wrists over to the wooden pergola on the deck.

The pergola stood about twelve feet high, constructed from sturdy oak beams. It formed a shaded sitting area with vertical posts, cross-beams, and an open lattice above. Wendy tossed the free end of the rope through one of the beams above my head, pulling it so my arms were drawn together above me. I was intimately familiar with this location—this was the same spot where Wendy had suspended Janette and me during her birthday celebration.

After tying off the rope to a convenient hook leaving me stretched tightly she came up behind me and wrapped her fingers into my hair. Pulling my head back roughly she bit my neck saying, "This is more like it, dildo-whore. Having you as a bound centerpiece for Sue and I to enjoy." Her free hand traveled down my chest to my crouch where she took my already erect dick in her fist.

"Observe Sue, I'm not the only one who likes it when I'm in control," she grinned as she wrapped her long fingers around my shaft tugging at it. My breath caught in my throat as she bit my neck again. Between her hot breath on my neck and her hand stroking my cock, my body was awash in sensation. I closed my eyes just experiencing the feeling of helplessness and erotic pleasure.

"Mind if I join in, Wen?" asked Sue rising from her chair and coming over to us.