3 The Cage
Two days later, just after lunch I received an email from Christopher that simply said "Be here at 7pm tonight. The door will be unlocked. Follow the instructions left for you on the table."
Christopher had made it clear that I had to follow this path now and that I should not ask questions, especially in email. At 7pm I pulled into the drive at 86 Laurel and let myself in.
Nobody was in the room.
I scanned the room, everything was as it was when I departed 2 days ago but a little tidier. All except for the cage that stood next to the coffee table and the white envelope on the dining table in front of me. I looked again at the cage. From where I stood, it looked to be of black metal, the floor had padding and the door was open.
Quietly I opened the envelope, listening for sounds from the house; feeling, for some reason, that I was being watched.
The envelope contained a single sheet of paper, a small plastic disk with a button on one side, and a key. I fumbled at the button and the disk buzzed. I looked back at the cage and noticed the door had a padlock, which was locked. I read the instructions.
Take off your clothes and your watch.
Take the key to the cage and unlock the cage.
Bring the key back to the table and take the buzzer.
Go to the cage and go inside on your knees feet first, keep the buzzer in your hand, it is your keyword.
Snap the padlock so that you are locked in.
Then it said: Note -- you will be locked in the cage for most of the evening so this is your only break point.
I looked again at the cage and something drew me in to look closer. It would be a tight fit, my feet and butt would be hard against the metal and my head almost on the door. This was going to be uncomfortable.
I went back to the dining table and undressed then went back to the cage with the key, unclicked the padlock, which was somewhat heavier than I thought at first. Then I took the key back to the table and placed it on top of the instruction sheet.
Back at the cage, I knelt down and reversed into the cage, then pulled the door closed and locked myself in.
It was only when I was tightly in the cage that I noticed a black blindfold had become trapped under my knee as I had slid into the tiny prison. There had been no instruction about this but I assumed that they wanted this to be worn so I placed the blindfold over my eyes and waited.
After a few minutes I heard the telltale noise of people moving upstairs and footsteps moving towards the staircase. Shortly after, Christopher's voice, soft and quiet.
"Good. Only use the buzzer as an absolute last resort."
Then Catherine. "We're going to restrain you some more now."
There was the sound of steel on steel, a hand reached in, how I don't know. I felt my wrists being cuffed and when I heard then clicked shut I could no longer move my arms. I fumbled with the disk in my fingers.
"Tilt your head back slightly." Came Catherine's voice.
I lifted my head. Then I heard the sound of something coming in from each side of the cage. I felt the cold of steel on each side of my neck and realized that my head was being locked into place.
Again the sound of steel scraping, this time behind me. My legs were cuffed in place.
I heard the sound of someone sitting on the sofa and footsteps moving away.
"This is your cage, slave." Christopher's voice said quietly. Much of your...introduction will take place here, after which it also functions for punishment, torture...in fact anything that entertains us really."
The footsteps came back across the room and I heard Christopher get to his feet.
Something, it felt soft like a sponge but with a hard interior, came into the cage directly in front of my lips. I opened my mouth and the object entered and came to rest on my tongue. I moved my mouth and tongue around it, it felt like a sponge gag but it was slightly harder beneath the surface. I assumed this was a dildo of some sort.
Then I felt the liquid on my tongue.
I was drinking their nectar again but this time, I was being force fed. Past the break point there was no pleasant chit-chat over with a wine glass or even a medicine goblet. There was a steady trickle from the end of the sponge, onto my tonge. It trickled into my throat and made me retch but the head restraint had me fixed.
"Concentrate." Came Catherine's voice, almost soothing.
I concentrated, forcing myself to swallow the nectar until the dildo stopped seeping it into my mouth.
"Suck it now." Came Christopher's voice.
I found I could move my head slightly back so I could adjust the head of the implement. I sucked and a steady stream again filled my mouth.