The Cage

Laura had no idea how her life would change within the next year. Merrily, she went about her tasks at her desk in the bustling income tax preparer office where she worked as a CPA. It was tax time and the office flowed daily with customers. Laura took this job every year as a means of resetting her brain from the normal corporate CPA duties she performed the rest of the year.

When she wasn't at work, Laura was a wife to a great husband. Bill and Laura were both 26 years old and had been married for two years. Bill was a math teacher at the local high school. They were a happy couple. They were active in their church and were beginning to get involved in local politics. If you were to ask either of them, they would declare that their nearly daily sex life was rewarding and they were happy in their life.

Laura was working on a long form for a well off client whom she also knew as he was on the city council. She was nearly done when she pulled out a receipt from a local pet shop that had been stuck on the back of another receipt for business expenses. She picked up the phone and called her client. "Mr. Standing, this is Laura. I was just about done with your taxes when I discovered another business expense receipt."

"Yes, Laura?" he replied to her.

"I am confused as to why a dog crate, leashes, and collars are a business expense." George Standing was the owner of a very successful upscale restaurant in downtown. People came from all over the county to celebrate special occasions. Other successful business people also came from all over to wine and dine clients, or even just for an everyday dinner.

George replied, "You don't need to understand it, Laura. Just take my word for it that it is a legitimate expense."

"Actually, I can't do that, Mr. Standing. If I am called upon to defend your return, I need to be able to defend all of it."

"It is a side part of the business, Laura. We collect a nice set of tips for it. I'm sure you've noticed our tips are a substantial part of the cash flow. I think that is all you need to know," George explained.

"No, Mr. Standing. I need to know what that side part of your business is and how it operates."

"Well, it is a somewhat secret operation. Only my best clients know about it. I will need your utmost confidentiality regarding it."

Laura didn't quite know what to think. Was he running numbers or drugs? Still, how would a dog crate factor into that. There were no properties on his books where a guard dog would be needed.

"I, well, of course, Mr. Standing. As long as it is legal you know your information is confidential," Laura stammered a bit at first.

"OK, I am binding you to your secrecy, Laura. It is a legal operation. We sell lots of drinks and snacks and get very generous tips. The crate is part of the entertainment we provide."

"Entertainment? It's not dog fighting is it?" Laura questioned.

"No, Laura. It is erotic entertainment, and I think that is all you need to know about it." George stated.

Laura's jaw dropped. Of course she was on the phone and no one saw her, but the silent pause betrayed her shock. When she finally found her voice, she replied, "You're right, I think that is all I want to know."

George hung up and Laura placed the phone back into it's cradle.

The next day, Laura called George Standing and told him his taxes were done and just needed his signature. They arranged for him to stop by that afternoon.

George smiled at Laura as he walked into her office and she returned his smile. They exchanged pleasantries, shook hands and then George sat down and went over the forms, signing each one as he completed his review. Laura sat quietly for most of the time and watched. When George came to the deductions form, he looked closely at the numbers.

"This includes everything, right Laura?

"Yes, Mr. Standing, including the pet store expenses," replied Laura.

"Good." He smiled. "Thank you. Remember to keep this confidential."

"Mr. Standish, all this would be confidential even if there was not that, um, unusual item," Laura stated somewhat insulted. "Everything is confidential."

Laura was visibly nervous and George took silent notice. They finished their business and George left. Then as Laura began her next client's job she pushed it out of her mind and the thought never returned to her again.

A year later, George came into the tax office with his customary box of papers and sat down at Laura's desk.

"Good morning, Mr. Standish. Thank you for your repeat business. I'm pretty familiar with your business, so is there anything special I need to know this year?"

"Good morning, Laura. Good to see you." George smiled warmly and shook Laura's hand. "There may be a few items I should explain so we don't have a misunderstanding from the get go. You will find receipts for some equipment: a winch, cables, lumber, etc. It is all bundled together in one envelop, marked 'entertainment equipment'. Do you need further explanation of those items, or do you remember from last year?"

Laura remembered for the first time in a year about the unusual business Mr. Standish ran on the side. She looked at him, with searching eyes for just a moment and then, satisfied that he was being honest with her she uncomfortably stated, "Yes, Mr. Standish, I remember your explanation. I think I understand."

"Shall we set a time to meet next week to get your signatures?" Laura finished the meeting up with booking the next meeting. George left and Laura set the box aside and spent the rest of the day finishing another client's paperwork.

The next morning, Laura began work on Mr. Standing's taxes. She organized the papers into categories: income, investments, expenses, deductions, etc. When she saw the envelope for entertainment expenses she looked at it for a moment and then set it down with the other expenses. Then, as if she couldn't help herself, she picked up that envelope again. She was suddenly very curious and opened it. She flipped through the receipts one by one and they were just as George had told her, although there were quite a few other items: Rope, lighting, a DILDO???, that receipt really lept out at her. And THEN, under that receipt was a photo.

Laura just stared for a moment and then quickly put everything back into the envelop. Embarrassed, she picked up the income statements to get the thoughts of that photo out of her mind. Yet, all she could think about was the image of a naked woman, inside a dog crate, her ass pulled by straps up against the side of the crate with a butt plug filling her ass and a dildo filling her ...her pussy.

As I said earlier, Laura and Bill were conservative Christians with good standing in their community. There marital sex was satisfying and neither of them had ever thought or wanted for more in their sex lives. Both had been virgins when they met and they were each other's only sexual partners ever.

Laura had never even conceived of the idea of a woman being in such a position as she saw in the photo. She had certainly never heard of such a thing. How could a woman allow herself to be treated like that?? Certainly she must not be consenting? Was she kidnapped? Forced? Raped? Laura thought of calling the police.

thought of calling the police.

Laura still couldn't understand why she hadn't called the police as she stood in Mr. Standing's office with the envelop in her hand. These ideas did not even enter her conscious mind but most certainly played an unconscious role in why she was at the restaurant: Laura's body was on the verge of announcing to her that a sexual arousal was emerging.

Laura drew up her resolve. "Mr. Standing, I think you are operating illegal activities here. I don't know why you included this photograph in with these receipts; but, I am sure this woman is being held without her consent."

Laura held out the photo. Mr. Standing took the photograph from Laura with a degree of surprise. "Laura. Mrs. Chance. I am profoundly sorry. I don't know how this photo got mixed into that envelope. I didn't intend for it to be there. I am so sorry."

George paused and Laura just stared at him speechless. "Mrs. Chance, I assure you no coercion is involved. This woman is participating freely."

"Again, I'm sorry this photo was included in my papers. I hope it has not offended you."

Laura finally found her voice again. "Mr. Standing, I don't think I believe you. I think this photo was included on purpose and I can't believe a woman would consent to this kind of degradation." Laura's face was flush. Anger, confusion, and other emotions coursed through her.

George picked up his phone and dialed. "Joan, this is George. Can you come in my office for a moment please? Thank you."

In only a moment, the door to George's office opened and the woman from the photograph walked in, dressed in everyday sensible clothes: Jeans, peasant blouse, flats. "Yes, George?" Joan glanced questioningly at Laura.

"Joan, this is Laura Chance, my accountant. She has inadvertently been given this photo." George held the photo out to her and Joan took it from him, looking at it. "Laura thinks I have coerced you into doing this and is accusing me of kidnap and perhaps rape."

Joan lifted her eyes from the photo and looked into Laura's eyes. "I am sorry you got this photo. It obviously has offended you. But George is correct in telling you that I do this of my own choice. What you see in this photo is 100% consensual."

Laura just stared at Joan, dumbfounded. Then her mind started working again and she searched Joan's face for any sign she was being coerced into this statement even. She could see none; but, she was still skeptical. "I don't think I believe you. How could you subject yourself to this kind of abuse?"

Joan looked at Laura with a bit of a hurt look on her face. "I assure you I am telling the truth. I can prove it if you want me to."

"How would you prove it?" Laura asked with a look of disgust on her face.

Joan turned to Mr. Standing and spoke with a genuine tone in her voice. "George, would it be ok if I show Laura the chamber?"

George knew that Laura already knew about the chamber. She had seen one picture taken in that chamber. There was no reason to deny Joan's request. "Of course it would be ok, Joan."

George opened the drawer of his desk and withdrew a key. Handing the key to Joan, he said, "Of course, Joan. What every you want."

Joan took the key and turned to Laura. "If you will come with me, I think I can prove to you that I totally consent to what you saw in that photo. Will you allow me, please?" Joan, extended her arm, inviting Laura to leave George's office with her.

Laura looked at Joan, perplexed. Her perplexity grew when her feet started carrying her out of the office with Joan. Then Laura justified in her own mind and verbalized it to Joan. "I guess I have accused you of lying. I owe you at least a chance to convince me otherwise, although I do not know how you will do that."

Joan led Laura down the hall from George's office to a door. Joan slipped the key in the lock and pushed the door open, turning on the light within. Laura followed Joan onto a small landing which opened to a spiral staircase leading down under the restaurant. Joan turned and face Laura. "Please close the door behind you and turn the lock. I will be more convincing if you know you and I are assured privacy. This is the only key available on these premises. Even George can not follow us if you lock the door."

Laura closed the door and turned the deadbolt to the locked position. Then she saw also a sliding deadbolt that could not be unlocked from outside because there was not connection to the outside for this manual lock. She pushed it into the locked position.

"Fine," said Laura, "convince me."

Joan started down the stairs and Laura followed. "Back in prohibition, this basement was a speakeasy," Joan explained.

At the bottom of the stairs was a very large room the size of the entire building. It was very well appointed with dining tables, booths and a large bar at one end. At the other end of the room, farthest from the stairs, half of the entire size of the room was appointed as, well the only way Laura could explain it was, as a medieval dungeon, except that the equipment and furniture was well padded where it needed to be, was in excellent condition, as if brand new, and the entire place was spotlessly clean.

Laura just stared. Joan gave her a moment to take it in and then walked toward the far side of the room. "Here let me show you a few things, Laura."

Laura followed and Joan led her to the very dog crate that she had seen in the photo. Within the cage were leather straps for binding wrists, ankles, thighs, and waist. Joan lead Laura past the cage to a panel on the wall with several switches. "Push this button, Laura."

Laura reach out and pushed the button. The sound of a motor turning started immediately and then Laura noticed that the leather straps in the cage were all pulled at various angles up against the edges of the cage by steel cables that disappeared through small holes in the floor upon which the crate sat. The motor stopped automatically when the straps were in position.

"A person placed in these bindings will become completely helpless when that button is pushed as you did, Laura. Only someone else can free her by pushing that green button next the one you just pushed. Push it please."

Laura pushed the button and the cables relaxed. Laura was fascinated by the mechanism of it but appalled at the same time. "This only serves to deepen my suspicion that these activities are non-consensual." Laura stated to Joan.

"Oh, agreed," said Joan

"Oh, agreed," said Joan, "but, hold your judgement."

Joan took a suitcase from alongside the wall and placed it down next to the crate opposite the end with the door on it. "Now decide if this is consensual or non-consensual, Laura."

Joan stripped her clothes off and left them laying on the floor. Completely naked she opened the suitcase and took a vibrator and harness from within. Joan put on the harness and then got on her hands and knees. She inserted the vibrator into her pussy with a slight moan and attached the harness to hold it in her. She backed herself into the crate, put the binding strap around her waist and the straps around her thighs and ankles. She reached forward and closed the door of the crate and locked it.

Joan looked up at Laura who was watching in horrified interest. "You will have to help me with the wrist straps," please, said Joan. Laura just stared. "Please help me, Laura."

Laura knelt down outside the crate and fastened the traps around Joan's wrists and then stood back up completely confused as to what would happen next. "Now, go push the red button again, Laura."

Laura went to the panel and pushed the button. Joan was drawn up so her hands were securely but not painfully held out to her sides against the inner edge of the crate. Her waist was pulled upward and her ankles and thighs were pulled apart and back so that Joan's naked ass was pressed against the back of the crate. The crate had been modified so that a large opening gave easy access to all of Joan's womanly charms. Joan was totally helpless, except that she could still talk.

"Now will you do something else for me, Laura," Joan asked in a begging voice.

"What?" asked Laura, "what could I do for you?"

"First," said Joan, "will you please take the remote control laying next to me and turn it on?"

For the first time, Laura noticed the little device and the thin wire going from it to the vibrator in Joan's pussy. "I, I can't do that!" said Laura.

"Please. I want you to, Laura. Every time I get in this cage like this, I get so horny. I really want to get off." Joan looked at Laura with a genuine pleading in her eyes.

"And, as you can see, I am doing this very much of my own free will. Please, just flip the switch," Joan continued.

Laura took the controller in her hand tentatively and looked at it trying to make up her mind. She thought of this naked woman before her wanting to have her sexual pleasure and the only way she could get it right now was for Laura to do something: either turn on the vib or release her from the device so she could do it herself. Laura made up her mind and turned on the vibrator and then dropped the controller as if it was red hot.

Joan moaned immediately as the vibrator buzzed inside her.

Laura was mesmerized watching Joan, bound in the cage. Laura was also suddenly aware that her nipples were straining against her bra and she knew from the tingle in her pussy that she was getting wet as well.

Joan turned her head toward Laura. "Take a look in that suitcase to see what else is in there. Laura, you may do to me anything you feel like doing. I want you to."

Laura's pussy was what compelled her to go trance like to the suitcase and look through it's contents. There were some things she wasn't even sure what to do with. There were butt plugs, paddles and whips, ball gags, benwa balls, nipple clamps, and many other things.

Joan continued to experience the vibrator in her pussy. Her hips moved as much as they could under the tight restraints. When she let out a soft moan, Laura looked up from the toy chest to see Joan's ass displayed only a couple feet from her face. Laura was really shocked by the sight. She was a respectable church going lady who believed this was all very depraved behavior. She remembered that she had come here to find the truth about this activity and how it related to Mr. Standing's taxes.

Before she could react to her own thoughts, Joan spoke through a somewhat ragged voice. "Do you see now that I am enjoying this of my own free will? I come here every day because I need to have this kind of pleasure. Knowing that right now you can do anything to me that you want, turns me on like nothing else. You could have me bound like this without this vibrator going inside me and I would be just as turned on. And as long as I feel safe with the person I am with, I will let anyone have this control over me. George is always making sure that no harm could come to me or the others who submit themselves to this pleasure."

Laura still did not understand the feelings Joan had for this; but, Laura was convinced Joan was being truthful about this being of her own free will. Before Laura could really process this thought any more, Joan spoke again. "Now, Laura, will you please help me cum? Do something to me, anything, please?" Joan's voice became very pleading."

"No, I can't." Replied Laura. "This is wrong. I am a married woman. Besides that, I would never touch another woman sexually. We have to stop this now."

But Laura did nothing to stop it, she just stared helplessly as Joan continued to try to get that vibrator to fuck her harder. Joan moaned even louder as the denial announced by Laura actually turned her on even more. And then! The vibrator was enough and Joan began to orgasm strongly, moaning and jerking to the pleasure suddenly coursing through her body. Her moans became whining groans and then she emitted a short scream and went limp in her bindings as the orgasm finished it's course.

Laura felt her own pussy tingle stronger as she witnessed this and it frightened her that she was becoming so turned on suddenly. She turned suddenly and walked quickly toward the other end of the room intending to exit up the stairs. "This is wrong. I'm leaving."

Joan called out to her in a frightened tone, "Wait. You have to let me free. I am completely at your mercy. You can't just leave me here helpless." Joan knew that George could very well come and release her; but she played this card very well with Laura who did not realize this truth.

Laura stopped in her tracks and then turned back. "Oh, I'm sorry. Yes of course. I have to let you loose."