The Cage

"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.

"Shut up, Salvina. Shut the fuck up. You bitch! I love you, I let you hurt me, I let you degrade me... And you still sleep around? What is wrong with you?" I exclaimed.

She came close to me, "Shut up, cunt. On your knees." She pushed the top of my head until I kneeled. She lifted the front of her skirt, "lick my cunt." She took me by the back of my head and guided me to her bare pussy. Her scent intoxicated me. I had to lick her, even if I was mad. Her scent was like a drug and made my head swirl.

I plunged my tongue between her lips and found her clit. I flicked it with my tongue. I couldn't get to it properly. I pushed her thighs, trying to get her to move back and sit in a chair. She complied and spread her legs for me, allowing me full access to her glorious pussy.

"That's a good little Mutt... Lick that beautiful black pussy, you little white whore." A mans voice spoke softly from behind me.

I went to turn but Sal grabbed my head and forced me to keep licking.

Then I felt the familiar weight of the flogger on my back and I tensed. I struggled against Sal's hands on my head.

"Lick, bitch. Don't you worry about me." The voice wound my hair in his hand and pushed me deeper into Sal's pussy. I felt him lift the skirt of my dress over my butt and drag the flogger over it. "Do it properly, she should be moaning."

I heard it before it hit me; then the thump of the fingers of the flogger connecting with skin. He repeated three times more.

"Next time, you'll count and thank me. Is that understood?" he spoke.

I nodded my head and hit me once more.

Sal moaned as I licked and sucked her. I was confused and upset but I didn't know what to do, so I licked. I could tell she was growing more excited as she pulled my head in deeper.

"That's enough." My hair was yanked back. "Stand, whore."

I looked at Sal. What had she done?

"Stand up, Elle." Sal said as she pulled her dress down and looked at me. "We're okay, hun, don't worry. Just go with it. He's going to teach us so much."

"Enough with the chatter, you two. Stand and present for inspection." He commanded.

Sal pulled me up and started tugging my sundress off over my head. I complied out of confusion and a bit of fear. I was sure Sal wouldn't let anyone hurt me but this was all very new. She started tugging my panties off and I stopped her.

"Please, Sal..." I pleaded with her.

"It's okay, hun, he won't hurt us... Much.." she giggled and yanked my panties down leaving me naked.

"Here, My Lord, my gift to you. Elle, my pet and your mutt." She smiled at the man and wrapped her arm around my neck and cupped a breast in her hand. "She's an excellent play thing, want to test her out?"

"Go fetch her cage from my car." He dismissed Sal and honed in on me.

I'd been with men before, a lot, but he frightened me.

"On your knees." He ordered as our apartment door closed.

I obeyed, figuring I'd scream if he went further than I was able to do.

He walked over, his flogger in his hand. He let the tails drape over my shoulder. His hand touched my face, softly he caressed my cheek, I closed my eyes, succumbing to the gentleness of his touch.

And he slapped me.

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed.

He slapped me again.

I went to stand and he stepped on my calf.

"Stay down, slut."

"Not cool, asshole!" I exclaimed, trying to twist out of his standing on me. I went to elbow him and he grabbed me by the throat and tipped me and pinned me to the ground.

"Stop. This is happening, Elle. Salvina gifted you to me so that she can serve along side me. You are my little fucked up doll." He released me. "You have a choice, Elle. Serve or leave. But know, if you leave, Salvina stays with me."

He released me. I scrambled to my feet. Naked and afraid, I didn't know what to do... So I did what Sal had been training me to do, I got back on my knees.

"I am here to serve you, My Lord. Your wish is my commend," I looked at the floor. Was Salvina worth this?

"What a good little slut. Open your mouth." He said.

I opened my mouth and he came to me, his cock in hand and shoved it in my mouth. Obediently, I sucked his cock as well as I could, having not had one in my mouth for 10 years. I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed the feeling of a cock at the back of my throat.

Then he changed. He became more aggressive, taking my mouth almost with a violent fervor. He grabbed the back of my head and held his cock at the back of my throat, gagging me. I pushed against him, wanting out, but he continued to hold me in place for what seemed like an eternity. He let go, pushed me off his cock and my own spit dribbled out of the my mouth and down my breasts.

"Stupid little slut." He backed away, "crawl to me bitch."

I obeyed. Sal had taught me to crawl well.

"Suck it until Sal gets back. I want her to see her little fuck doll sucking cock." He ordered.

Sitting on my knees, I took him into my mouth. I sucked firmly until he was totally in my mouth, I slid him out, rubbing my tongue on the underside of his cock and when I was at the tip, I swirled my tongue around it three or four times before plunging his cock back into my mouth and to the back of my throat. A small moan escaped from his lips before I felt his hands on the sides of my head again and by the tension I felt in his swollen cock, I knew I was doing at least one thing right.

I let him guide me on and off his cock, sucking with light suction and using my tongue as I could as he slipped himself in and out of my mouth.

"Not a bad cock sucker for a perpetual cunt licker.. I think I could use you in my collection." He said, his voice slightly hoarse from the building orgasm I could feel coming.

He wound his fingers through my hair and I knew he was going to violate me. I knew I'd only just hang on as he began slowly raping my mouth. I felt him at the back of my throat and I prayed I wouldn't gag, but after the fourth thrust, a terribly humiliating noise escaped my mouth as I was truly gagging on him. This only seemed to fuel his lust as he pounding my mouth vigorously, trying to get me to gag.

Just as I felt the pressure building like I may get sick, he pulled out and slapped me hard across the mouth. His ring catching my lip and cutting it; I felt the warm metallic taste seeped between my lips as the excess spit from being face fucked slopped out of my mouth and puddled and pooled down my chest and ran toward my swollen pussy.

"Present yourself." He said, stepping back.

I looked blankly at him, "I'm sorry?"

"Stand up you stupid cunt and bend over. I want to see my cunt." His voice sounded like it was growing with boredom.

I shuffled to my feet, in a daze. I turned from him and bent over.

"Grab your ankles, stupid. Did Sal teach you nothing? I must remember to give her a caning for that. Ignorant whore." He sighed. "Stupid fucking cunts are so useless."

I have no idea what was going through my head but I'd had it. I wasn't going to be demeaned and belittled like this. I stood, turned and slapped him.

I caught him off guard.

"Get out of my house!" I screamed, standing face to face with him. "Get out, get out, get out!" I screeched, my voice growing hoarse. I literally saw red, my anger was boiling over.

He took a small step back and tilted his head, almost like a dog does at a high pitched sound. His eyes flashed and his hand was around my throat, "Don't you ever scream at me like that again." He shoved me backward and I fell to the floor, narrowly missing smacking my head on the leg of the table. "Get up, bitch." He seethed.

I stood, planning to shove him right back and out of my house. I took a step toward him, my arms raised in defence, prepared for him to grab me again.

Sal clattered through the door, "It's just me." She walked into the room, fumbling with the large crate, trying to move it along without dragging it so as not to scratch the wood floors. Her eyes met mine and the crate crashed out of her hands and she took three of her long strides towards me, knowing instantly that I wasn't having fun and I'd been, in some way, hurt. "Elle, honey?"

She was two steps from me but right beside him. He grabbed her by the hair and twisted her arm behind her back, she yelped in surprise and pain. "Now, now, Salvina... Your gift to me slapped me and has resisted me. I thought you'd told me she was a good little slut?" he had his nose nuzzled up to her neck by her ear and although he sounded all sugar and sweetness, I could tell he was using a false tone.

Then I saw it.

Fear.

Sal was afraid of him.

"Sal?" I lowered my arms and tried to catch her eye again.

"Ahhh... I knew the way to you was through your Miss.. On your back on the table. I need to use you." He said.

"Master?" Salvina spoke softly as he kissed her neck and released her arm.

"Yes my sweet whore?" he took her hand and placed it in his pants.

"Can we cage her and make her watch us?" Sal's voice was but a whisper.

His eyes lit up. "That, my girl, is an amazing idea. Do it." He pushed her away. "You, white whore, get over here and suck my dick while she works for me."

I looked at Sal and she turned her back on me.

But he stared at me and I saw his... His? I didn't know what to call it; lust? Desire? He wanted to hurt her and I saw the fear in her eyes. I had to protect her and the only way I saw through that was to be obedient to them; him especially.

I knelt back down and crawled to him on all fours. I'd learned he liked that and I wished to please him so I could keep Sal from being afraid.

"Oh Salvina, you were right. She is a good little dog!" as I neared him, I saw his foot swing and he kicked me right in the ribs. I let out an oomph, it hurt but the noise only egged him on. He kicked me again. "Fucking dumb dog."

He came up behind me, I assumed to kick me in the butt but felt the spit hit me only seconds before he rammed himself into my ass. I screamed, almost as loud as when I told him to get out. It hurt, beyond measure and I saw stars. I felt as if I'd been torn open.

"Master! She's not trained like that!" I heard Sal yell before I heard the sound of the crash as Sal dropped the gate and came over to me.

"Then you best get some lube because I'm fucking this dog like the breeding bitch she is." He roared darkly as he continued to drill into me.

My face was pressed to the cold floor and I knew I was crying. It hurt... But then it didn't. I felt the coldness of the lube being squirted as he fucked me. And without the blinding tearing feeling, I felt heat starting to rise in my cunt. No, no no! I cried in my head. Not like this, not face down, ass up after having him rape me while Sal watched.

"Set up the dog's crate, Sal.. When I've bred her, she's going down for her nap while I fuck you as promised." This spurred him on further and I felt him pull right out. "Well, for an untrained slut, she stretches pretty well." And he lowered himself into me again, with much less force. "Maybe you should come stick that tongue of yours up her ass." I heard him tell Sal.

She turned, came back and lowered herself. I couldn't see her now but I felt him pull out and the soft touch of her hand in the small of my back and the unmistakable feel of something warm and soft slipping inside my ass. My body contracted involuntarily. It felt amazing and my pussy tightened and my asshole clamped her tongue. She tongued me, touching me all over inside and I loved it. I didn't know if I could cum just from having my ass tongued, but I think I was about to find out.

The spasm started slowly at the front of my pussy. I wasn't touching myself but I could feel the tightness in my clit and It was spreading a warm glow back towards where Sal had her tongue firmly lodged.

"That's enough." He commanded.

Sal slipped her tongue out of me.

"No, please..." I whimpered.

"Dirty whore. Do you want to cum with my sluts tongue up your ass?" he asked me.

"Yes, Sir." I answered, the heat in my cunt being arrested with the departure of Sal's tongue.

"Not today. I'm going to fuck you and cum up your ass. Then if Sal is done putting together your new room, she can tongue your ass while you clean me up with your mouth. Understood?" I felt him slide back inside me and I had to admit, I loved it.

"Don't cum, slut." He ordered, "I've bred enough mutts to know so don't or I will punish you and you won't like it."

How was I supposed to stop that, I thought? Sal had never denied me orgasms or made me ask.

"Nope. Moment is gone. Your ass is too loose after Sal slobbered in you." He kicked me in the ass and knocked me over.

He slid out the kitchen chair and sat down. He tilted his head at me and then passed a casual glance at Sal.

"Are you done yet, Sal? It's fucking crate, not the Taj mahal. You," he looked at me, "come."

I crawled to him, knowing he was going to shove his cock down my throat and considering where it had just been, I was gagging.