Page 35 of Caging Cessie
“My dramatic gesture almost turned into a farce.”
“It was a good gesture. In fact...” He tugged gently on the nipple clamps, and she arched her back, offering up her breasts. “Knowing that you’ll willingly be my captive makes it very hard not to simply bend you over the bed and fuck you.”
“I think you should bend me over the bed,” she breathed. “Fuck me. Use me.”
“I intend to. Spread your legs.”
Eagerly, she stepped wide. Leon’s hand slid down to her sex, parting her labia. He dipped his finger into the well of arousal fluid at her entrance and smoothed it up to her clit, coating the sensitive nub. Her clit had gotten no stimulation today. Last night it had been the three quick strokes before the hard stimulation of the spanker.
“Sore?” His middle finger circled her clit with the steady gentle pressure he knew she needed.
“No, I—oh god, Leon. I’m, I’m?—”
“Edge?”
“Edge,” she whimpered.
He always liked to know when she was about to come. It wasn’t that she needed his permission, as she told him when they first started sceneing together that sometimes focusing on asking for permission killed her orgasm, even if the Dom didn’t mean it too.
Leon pulled his hand away from her sex.
Cessie’s hips jerked, almost humping the air, as her body desperately sought the stimulation it needed to bring her to orgasm.
“Master?” she whimpered.
“No, baby. Not yet.”
A whining noise vibrated low in her throat. She’d been so close, and now the desperation was worse than ever. She felt almost incomplete, so great was her need to be filled and fucked.
Leon moved away, and she turned to watch him. The bells on her wrists chimed as she folded her arms across her stomach. Without looking at her, Leon said, “Don’t touch yourself, Cessie.”
She unfolded her arms, the reality of how the bells would alert him to almost any move she made finally sinking in.
Leon placed a narrow board in the center of the bed.
About three feet long and one foot wide, the clear Lucite board had a slick-looking surface.
She studied it for a moment, trying to figure out what it was for.
Then Leon pulled an absurdly long dildo out of his kit and stuck it to the board.
The dildo was black and not too fat, but about eighteen inches long. It bobbed in the air, the base securely suctioned to the plank on the bed.
Leon circled back to the foot of the bed where she stood. He brushed her hair away from her neck and kissed the spot under her ear.
“What do you think I’m going to have you do with that?”
Before she could answer, he moved away letting himself out of the cage. The lock clicked twice. Once when he opened the door, then again when he locked her in.
His voice was deep and calm, the perfect Dom voice. “When you're in the cage alone, everything you do requires my permission or approval.”
“Everything?”
“Yes. Everything. If you want to get in bed and take a nap, you ask. If you want to read a book, you ask. If you’re cold and want to cover up with a blanket, you ask.”
Cessie turned to watch him as he sank into the armchair facing the cage. He lounged like a king surveying his new acquisition.
“When you're in the cage, either alone or with me, you will be naked at all times. Your legs should always be spread to give me easy access to your pussy—touching or viewing. You should be mentally ready to get fucked in any of your pretty holes at any time. If I want to use you, I'll make sure whatever hole I'm planning to fuck is physically ready, but you should be mentally ready.”
