She was struggling to eat from the bowl in front of her, head turned, face nearly buried in the dish, trying to trap some of the nuggets laid in the bowl for her to consume, moaning in embarrassment, but not quite brave enough to refuse to eat or drink the prepared snack. Her forearms were braced on the floor, essentially caging each bowl in place as she dipped low to try and at least make an effort at eating and drinking. Her hips, beginning to show clear signs of welting from their intimate contact with Robert's leather crop, moved in a ragged rhythm of back and forth, ass lifted high in the air as she bent to her task trying to snarkle up a bit of food, before she leaned to her left to lap at the prepared water bowl. She had no idea how long he left her there, but she could feel his eyes on her, watching her tussle with the bowls of food and water, the skin on her bottom, and breasts showing his hand prints as if proud banners indicating her need to be disciplined, and often. Shifting around on her knees, she could feel the wet heat that had gathered in her woman's sex. She moaned in despair, because as much as she hated this and was humiliated beyond measure, it seemed her body responded to this sort of treatment with pulses of lust and heated sexual need. Naked and on her knees with Robert standing behind her watching her, there was no place for concealment. It was if he was stripping her bare to her core, observing, watching, measuring her responses. It was with relief and gratitude that she felt a hand on her shoulder as he guided her away from the bowls on the floor. He led her across the room to a hanging cage.
Eyes wide, she took a quick glance up and saw yes, it was a cage, and one large enough to fit a person, of just about her size. His voice flowed over her, its okay pet, its not locked, he opened the door holding it ajar in an unspoken invitation. A small shake of her head, no she was not going to be foolish enough to be caged by this man, but a gentle urging, a low reminder of how much pleasure he would feel seeing her displayed for him in this way. Again the assurance, it was not locked, she could get out any time she wished. His hand at her hind quarters, cupping, stroking, and a little nudge she was up and in the cage gripping the ornate webbing of bars for balance as she realized the thing truly was hanging from the ceiling. It began to swing freely with her movements. She wasn't far off the floor but far enough, a jump out without assistance might be a little dicey. She pressed up against the bars, trying to stand, as the cage was tall enough in height to allow her to stand fully upright, but the sway of it made her uneasy. He chuckled softly, perhaps you would like to slip back to your knees? Earlier, I thought that you were quite comfortable kneeling, as if you had some practice, have you my dear? Not answering him directly, she slid down, bare body pressed tightly up against the bars, kneeling on the solid cage floor, still feeling it rock with her movements.
He stepped back considering her and her predicament. Caged and hanging from the ceiling, he asked her, would you like to cum my dear? She looked down, not meeting his knowing eyes, refusing to speak, even as he stepped toward the cage and opened the door allowing it to swing outward. She moaned in protest, the cage tilting and making her feel uneasy as she detested this feeling of being so off balance. But why should this be any different than any other moment since they had met? He touched her lightly, his arm and hand extended toward her through the open cage door. She couldn't help it, her eyes betraying her interest and need as her gaze fastened, not on his face, but on his cock that was showing some reciprocal interest in her. Not fully erect, but beginning to pay attention. Her tongue slipped out between trembling pink lips swiping at her mouth as if she were a cat and being offered the treat of the proverbial canary. He continued to watch her, assessing, deciding, and then a softly spoken command. "Pleasure yourself for me until I tell you to stop."
Her need had built to such a fever pitch, her anxious state, built to a point where she was beyond desperate for the cathartic release an orgasm would be sure to bring. With little thought, almost as if in truth he was controlling her every move, her hand slipped to her wet dripping pussy and fingered her pulsing clit. Kneeling, her thighs spreading wide allowing him a view of her working fingers as they toyed with the swollen nub of her clitoris, her motions rocking the cage allowing it to swing slowly back and forth. So intent on the sensations in her cunt, she seemed not to notice the dizzying sway of the cage as she focused solely on pushing her body up and over the peak to fall into the sweet oblivion that it craved. Her head fell back, her body arched, she lifted a bit off the floor of the cage as if seeking to climb to new heights. Her body was taut and straining, her mouth open and slack, she was so close, so close!
