"Get in the cage, mutt." My Lady told me. "I've had enough of your insolence." She cracked the whip across my backside as I crawled on my hands and knees into my cage.
I crawled into the large black crate that sat in the corner of My Lady and My Master's living room. They'd allowed me a soft pad in the bottom and soft fleece blanket if it was wintertime. When I was sent to the crate, it was sometimes for punishment, like now, because I'd back talked about having to serve them all the time. Sometimes it was so they could display their pet, especially when they hosted parties.
I liked being in the cage. At first, I didn't but My Lady, Salvina, had been my girlfriend for a few years before she'd broached the idea one night over dinner.
"Elle, I don't want to upset or startle you but you know how we've spoken about some of the stuff I used to like?" she asked.
I looked at her, "You mean the darker stuff like..." I blushed.
"Look at me, Elle." Sal insisted. I met her eyes, "Yes, my love, the darker stuff. The bondage, the spankings." She took my hand, "I know it makes you uncomfortable but I'd like to explore some of that with you." She smiled at me, "Tonight." She added.
So that night, with only our bedside lamp on, Salvina exposed me to her world for the first time. We got ready for bed like normal and as I exited our master bath, she looked at me, a look of hunger in her eyes.
"On your knees you little white slut." She commanded.
I stared at her. She was gorgeous. Dark cocoa skin, piercing dark eyes with smooth skin, a firm body and a gorgeous 6' frame. I wanted to please her. I loved her.
I dropped promptly to my knees.
"Crawl to me." She ordered.
Obediently, I dropped my hands to the floor and made my way to her, one exaggerated movement at a time.
"Stop." She commanded. "Don't be a fool. Crawl to me even movements and like the dog you are. This isn't a seduction."
I stopped, unsure how to proceed. I tentatively moved forward, my movements more fluid. I crossed the room quickly and stopped at her feet.
"Good pet. You'll learn in time." She withdrew long handled white stick and in her other hand she had a whip. "These were my favourite toys when I served. I hope you will find the pleasure in them that I did." She trailed the whip over my backside over my pajama shorts up over my back and over my tank top. It felt nice, almost relaxing.
Then I heard the snap and with in an instant, the burn on the backs of my thighs and across my butt. It burned and I didn't like it, but Sal looked immensely pleased and through her, I swallowed the pain and held still.
"Good little girl, aren't you?" she touched my hair and cracked the white stick across my bottom. It hurt. A lot and I yelped. "Oh, you poor little puppy!" and she cracked it again, and I again yelped. This repeated three additional times and I was nearly in tears.
She put her hand on my butt and started rubbing where she'd hit me. It helped to sooth the pain. She rubbed round circles on my butt and then I heard the air break again but this time, her hand made contact with me. "Count them," she said. She spanked me 9 more times with varying degree of severity. My backside stung!
She grabbed my hair and pulled me up. "Jesus, Sal, that flipping hurts!" I said to her.
Wordlessly, she shoved me on to the bed, making me land so my ass was up. She yanked down my pajama bottoms and slapped my ass again. Then I felt the fingers of the whip dancing their way across my butt. "Don't make me use them." She said.
I stood perfectly still for all of 30 seconds when the anticipation of the whip cracking down on me became too much and I squirmed away.
"Oh, Elle.. You've got a lot to learn." I felt the fingers of the whip lift off my skin. Then, pressure. She was pressing her fingertips into my pussy. Prone like this, I was powerless and I craved her touch most of the time anyway. "Oh my, Elle.. My little pain slut!"
She snapped the whip across my ass as she had her fingers inside me.
"You tease! Look how wet you're getting, such a nasty little whore."
Sal spent the next hour hurting me with her whips and her cane and bringing me closer and closer to orgasm with her hand but never allowing me to fall over the edge. Much to my dismay and surprise, I enjoyed it.
Sal and I crawled into our bed after our play and she did not allow me to climax but was happy to allow me to please her. I did what I enjoy most; tasting her. I loved lapping at her, sticking my tongue in her. Nibbling and biting her lips and clit. She liked it when I nibbled her and sucked, which I did as I knew it was a sure fire way to have her cum on my mouth.
"Such a good little slut." She said after I pleased her and she kissed my forehead goodnight.
For the next three months, Sal worked to enhance our sex life by kinky play. She whipped and flogged me at least three times a week; more if I behaved poorly. I was allowed to orgasm by her hand once I'd pleased her, not cum accidentally when she beat me and if I remembered to do all the house tasks she did not like.
I was clearing the dishes one night after dinner when she broached the subject caging me.
"Elle, there is no easy way to put this." She took a breath, "I'd like to cage you."
"What?" I dropped the plate I was holding and looked at her in horror. "Why?" I whispered.
"Oh pet," she stood and came to me and hugged me, "Its not punishment, love. I think you'd look perfectly lovely in a cage." She ran her hand over my backside, "such a pretty little mutt." She kissed my forehead. "Clean up this mess."
She walked away and I was left reeling. I didn't know what to think or say. We'd kind of passed normal and I didn't know how much more I was comfortable with. Cage? Me? Mutt? Me?
I followed her, "Sal... That's too much. You're pushing too fast and too hard." I took her wrist. She winced.
I looked at her and folded back the wristband of her sweater. Her wrists look like they'd been bound and rope burned. "Sal?" I looked at her, "who did this?" She cast her eyes down.
"I met someone, Elle."
I felt sick and like I'd been punched.
"He is a dom..." she looked at me. "I'm sorry, pet..."
I didn't even know what to say. I let go of her wrist. I wanted to be as far away from her as possible.
But I was also perversely intrigued. Again, my body betraying me.
"Are you fucking him?" I blurted out.
"Yes." She answered. "You know I love this dyke thing but I told you I needed a man. I've never made a secret of that." Her eyes bored into me.
"I know." I cast my eyes down. "wait a fucking minute." I said, looking at her. "You don't get to do this. I've played your game, I liked your game but you can't go around treating me like some kind of piece of garbage. You don't get to sleep around and tell me it's my fault for not having a dick."
She opened her mouth to speak.
