Cage on wheels

Hi. My name is Slaveduties. I’m addicted to Photoshop. Ok now that that’s out of the way – I’d like to post a little something about this couple. Ursela and Marcy. Readers that have been with me for a long time will recognize this couple. And for good reason, I’ve spoken of them before – and they have become very good friends of Master over the course of his building his documentary website dedicated to capturing real 24/7 BDSM relationships.

For a quick recap – Ursela and Marcy started out being friends and quickly their relationship grew (they discuss this in detail in interviews at Master’s Website). Now they are somewhere between Mistress/slave, Goddess/Loser, and Best friend/Best friend. Its a relationship that inevitably brings up a lot of questions, a lot of grey areas. Just how much control does Ursela have over Marcy? Does Marcy have to agree, or does she have the power to say "no" and not be punished for it? Personally I could never live in a relationship like this. I need to be completely subservient to my Master 24/7 – this is how I live, but to be honest I really respect and admire them for the ability to teeter along the tightrope that is their situation.

Master showed them a neat location (where this pic was taken) – which is essentially an abandoned building that still has electricity. Its in a populated area, and is mainly offices inside, but there are no tenants, and the basement makes for a gritty, dirty place to play. Master thought that Ursela and Marcy could use it and so he divulged its location and how to get in to them. Which I think hes only done with one other person when he did his "roperookie" tribute shoot (which was his first shoot with an actual "model"!). The location itself is awesome, but in comparison to what Ursela and Marcy did within its walls – it pales in comparison.

Their playfulness can sometimes be deceiving. While they giggle – as friends do, Ursela compresses Marcy into a little…well to be honest I have no idea what it is…some sort of shopping cart type aparatus, maybe meant for industrial use. Its essentially a 3 walled cage on wheels. 3 walls you say? Ursela to the rescue! She breaks out her favorite rope and quickly keeps Marcy within its confines…and just to put the cherry on top – she ties the end of the knot and lets it dangle within an inch from Marcy’s hand. Giggling? Friends? Ya right!

Once secured into her tiny little cage, Ursela wheels her into one of the pitch black dark rooms. She leaves here there, and closes the door. The screams that come out of Marcy make you wonder how such a tiny little body could create a sound of that nature. It was piercing, and blood-curdling. pure, unadulterated – fear. Ursela gets a kick out of it. One more experience that makes Marcy more reliant on her.

Upon seeing this latest update, I pleaded with Master to put me in my box. Its been a while since I was in there, and the puppy-bitch has been spending a lot of time in it. Master allowed me one night in it, but ultimatly many of my new tasks, and duties require more time and effort. I feel like I’m becoming an adult all over again. New responsibilites, slaves and puppy-sluts being dependant on my love and guidance…it feels overwhelming sometimes. I have no idea how people have families, and jobs, car payments, house payments. Give me my cage, and a bowl of dog food and I’m content. Submission by its very definition dictates however that it is not my place to question…submission isn’t always fun, and enjoyable. I wish I was the puppy bitch, I wish I could just run and play, and suck and fuck and that would be my existance…but Master requires more from me. And I think my love for him and submission alike will give me the strength to serve as the best slave possible.

Related posts:

1. Best friends…and a little slaveduties history!