When I got home from work I got caught up on emails. I was about to go get dressed back into my skirt and sweater but Mistress had me go get her some wine. I quickly ran to the store loving that she ordered me to run an errand for her when I was ready to wind down for the day. I felt very much like a slave. When I got home I changed into my feminine outfit and headed back downstairs. As soon as I got downstairs Mistress announced that tonight I would be in the cage. I got a little flustered and got an immediate erection. I really wasn't sure if she was going to go through with this. She told me that in addition to my current outfit she would be adding high heels to my ordeal. I was disappointed it was only heels as I had hoped she would do something more challenging, but I accepted it. I set off to get some heels I could wear. I picked out some ballet boots with 7 inch heels that I can only crawl in and a pair of strappy sandals with 5.5 inch heels. Both pairs of heels have a hole in the ankle straps that can accommodate a small padlock to make sure they stay on. I returned with both pairs of heels and Mistress informed me that my sentence would start at 7pm. We ate dinner and watched some TV with me knowing what was going to happen.
|Pierre Silber "Ballet" 7 inch Locking|
|Pierre Silber "Domina" 5 1/2 inch Sandal|
7pm came around sooner than I expected. Mistress had me use the restroom and put on my shoes. She chose the strappy sandals so that I could walk down the basement stairs to the cage. Very unceremoniously she told me to get in. I knelt down and crawled in. She closed the door, put on the padlock and clicked the lock shut. She then left the room asking if turning the lights off would be better or worse. I told her worse so she turned them off and left the room.
There I was, doing something I wasn't sure would happen. The very first thing I noticed is how the high heels made being in the cage much more difficult. They literally took 5.5 inches that I didn't have to spare away from me. The straps were also tightened so that I could walk in them, but they were too tight to be able to point my toes back and forth. I had to keep my feet in a neutral position. I had been bummed about her only choosing high heels for my ordeal but they turned out being the hardest part of it.
The first 15 minutes were easy. So easy I spent that time imagining ways to make it harder to endure. I immediately thought of taking one of our spiked mats made for office chairs and cutting it to fit the cage so that the spikes would point up. I believe those spikes would make an hour feel like 4 hours. I remembered a blog I read where a master put a women's stocking filled with ice cubes on top of the cage so cold water dripped on his slave that was bound in the cage. I imagined being retrained in addition to the cage. Changing positions would be impossible. I imagined wearing my leather hood with earphones in and white noise or feminization hypnosis tracks being played nonstop. I imagined a dildo attached to a wall of the cage for me to suck on. I imagined wood dowels pushed through bars of the cage so that a position would be forced for as long as Mistress desired. In the picture below the cage is wide open, but the slave can't move.
After that first 15 minutes of trying to think of ways to make the cage more uncomfortable I shifted positions. Even though I was locked in chastity I managed to play with myself enough to give myself some erections, but nothing even close to an edge. I wished I had a toy for my ass since my cock couldn't have any attention. I found I could open the little latch on the front of the cage and I could put my legs out so I could stretch straight. I also realized my head could go out of the hole. I imagined having to kiss Mistress feet through the hole before I got released. I figured this was cheating so I closed the door and didn't try again.
So for the rest of my time I tried to stay comfortable. I spent 70% of my time on my back, 10% on my sides and 10% on my knees and 10% sitting as upright as the cage would allow. The high heels really kept me from getting comfortable. Being fully dressed in feminine wear was very erotic and humiliating for me. I used naughty thoughts to keep myself entertained in the dark.
After what seemed to be around 90 minutes Mistress came down the stairs and into the room I was locked in. I asked her how long I had been locked up. She said exactly 2 hours. I told her it didn't feel that long. She had the keys for my heels and gave them to me. She then unlocked the cage, told me to take off my shoes and come upstairs when I was ready.
As much as this was intended to be a punishment, it wasn't. I was so horny and worked up that the two hours seemed like an hour and a half or less. I was surprised. I expected to be a pissy belligerent
slave guy. Instead I was deep in subspace and very horny. I think my change in mindset made that possible. Now that is not to say that the cage can't be a perfect punishment device. It can. It just wasn't this time. Mistress is planning on me sleeping in it at some time. I'm dreading that as I don't imagine that I will be getting much sleep.
While the cage didn't turn out being a punishment I believe it was a smashing success. Mistress did something to me I didn't really think she had in her. On top of that I think she is now more motivated to see where we can take this relationship. I also think she has the tools and attitude to make my life as miserable and difficult as I yearn for. I am very much looking forward to new and wonderful tortures and humiliations.