Jess was wet. Wet from the tears that ran in a constant stream down her face, wet from the sweat that poured from her body due to the heat of the room and most noticeably, wet from the thoughts flitting through her mind as she waited for Alex to return. She was still manacled to the huge bed in her gilded cage and had been there for a good few hours now -- at least that's what it felt like. The sun had continued its lazy path across the blue tropical sky and now it burned its way through the thick wall of glass filling the room with sticky heat.
Jess'd had lots of time to 'adjust to her new position' as he called it. She knew that she was completely at his mercy and she'd imagined all sorts of terrible things for the punishment that he had promised her. Jess had considered fighting him every step of the way -- why make it easy for him? On the other hand, why make it hard for herself? -- further resistance on her part would lead to further punishment and he had already proven how strong he was. Jess concluded that her only viable strategy was to comply, lull him into thinking she had accepted her new life and then escape as soon as she was presented with an opportunity.
With so much time on her hands, she contemplated why her juices were running so freely. Jess was under no illusion that she had always been turned on by the thought of being dominated but it had always been 'thoughts' -- she'd never admitted them out loud to anyone. Jess's mind flitted through her fantasies. Her first childhood one had been fairly innocent -- a princess locked in a high tower. Everything the princess could ever want was granted to her except for the freedom to leave her turret. The dragon that guarded her gradually became an evil old witch who thwarted the efforts of the handsome prince trying to save her. Over time the witch morphed into a faceless man who wanted her for himself and eventually the handsome prince disappeared from her fantasies altogether.
"Well done Jess, wish granted" she scolded herself.
Jess's head snapped to her right when she heard a click and she watched as the huge glass doors effortlessly slid back. A cool breeze washed over her sizzling body and she gasped at the cool air. How she appreciated that small kindness. She was still so thirsty and had no idea how long it had been since she'd last eaten. Jess's stomach flipped when she heard the metallic beep and swish of the door on her left and watched in a bizarre mixture of relief and terror as Alex walked towards her.
"Alex, please. I'm sorry. Just let me go ok? I won't fight you -- I promise. I ..."
"Slave you will address me as Master. You beg very prettily and I look forward to hearing much more of it but for now you will remain silent while I explain the rules. Then you will be punished." Alex's eyes never left hers and he couldn't fail to notice the flash of fear at his words nor the way she whimpered and squirmed as he sat beside her on the bed.
Alex reached for his favourite part of her body. He loved the way her inner labia peeked from between her pussy lips. It reminded him of a small, pink tongue poking out at him and he longed to pinch, pull, suck and nibble at them. Alex marveled at his good fortune -- not 2 weeks after he finished his long planned cage, the perfect woman walked into one of his offices. She had been expecting to meet the branch manager for an interview but he had been called away urgently so Alex, owner of the company, had stepped in to help out. She was beautiful, expressive and vulnerable. When he had unwrapped his prize he had been delighted to see her shaven pussy and protruding labia -- the icing on his cake.
He studied them for a few seconds and stretched them out noticing the way they snapped back into soft wrinkled morsels. Then his attention switched back to her face. Jess had her eyes closed and was biting her bottom lip. Alex could see she was trying to be still but her hips moved in time to his hand just a fraction. He kept up his assault.
"Still so wet Slave? I wonder what thoughts have been running through your little head to keep you so aroused. I think I can guess." Alex watched the colour fill Jess's cheeks for the third time that day.
"That blush is truly lovely. Do you think your backside will look as pretty when it's that colour?" he asked with a smile. Jess whimpered -- his cock twitched at the sound.
"Answer me Slave." Alex tightened his grip on her labia. Not quite enough to hurt but the threat was clear. Jess hurried to respond.
