Reflecting Upon My First Caging
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I remember crawling into a cage my very first time. This gallery reminds me very much of it. I believe this was Marcy’s first time in a cage – it was on a little excursion my Master decided to take Ursela and her best friend/slave on to an (at the time) abandoned building – and being an ever resourceful couple with a zest for life, they happened upon this…shopping cart type thing. I’m pretty sure I’ve talked about this before, but looking at the image made me really want to write out my thoughts about it!
It’s quite an experience, getting in a cage…I can’t really relate it to any other feeling. The idea of being in a space, which is cut off from the larger space around you. Unable to be free and walk around…get a glass of water, or…well, do anything really. It beings with mild frustration, which slowly grows…bigger and bigger – frustrating because at least in a lifestyle such as my own, getting in a cage isn’t "playtime" having my lover taunt me, only to release me several minutes later to fuck my brains out. My cage is my home, it’s where I feel safe and cozy…its where I sleep every night – but it took several months of this to feel this way about it. At first it was very frustrating…and I imagine Marcy felt the same way.
I especially felt bad for her when her Mistress Ursela brought her into that pitch black room, left her in there, and closed the door! God only knows what is in that room! They’ve never been there before, and poor Marcy stuck in a cage in which she can’t move…in a pitch black completely foreign room. I can’t even begin to imagine how terrifying that must’ve been. And in the video (which can be found in Everydayslaves.com) you hear her belt out some brutal screams, from within the closed room – while Mistress Ursela stands outside smiling and laughing. She is beautifully sadistic sometimes!
BDSM at it’s finest is not about the cliché "pain with pleasure". I think its the pshycological ideas behind each act…playing with the mind as much as you play with the body…using the body to control the mind. Each act should have purpose – this is something that Master instilled in me early on. He always makes sure I know exactly why he does anything to me. Even if it’s as simple as telling me that there is no reason…that its just for his pleasure…
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you have indeed wrote about this before slaveduties, but its so hot i don’t care :D
totally agree with subdub!
I’d give anything to have the experience of being put into a cage! The way you describe it, just kills me!
I wish I could get my slave to sleep in her cage every night :( She likes the bed too much! lol perhaps I should be more stern :P
I hate sleeping alone, and it usually takes all my will power to keep my darling slave in her cage and not have her come into bed so I can feel her soft body!
good thing is I can only cage her when the kids are at a sleep over, so I have an excuse to keep her in bed most of the time ;)
fucking weirdos
Hey Chuck, why don’t you go back to the deep dark nasty hole you crawled out of?
you guys are seriously so weird, wtf sleep in a cage?
Child, you do realise there are experiences, and pleasures above and beyond your young encapsulated view of the world, right?
give it a few years, you’ll realise theres more to life than you may think
The cage IS hot! You can talk about it again and again and I wouldn’t get bored just horny.
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I’m quite keen on trying the cage ordeal on my darling pet. Love this article.