While the Cat is Away, the Mice Will Play

First of all, Happy Canada Day to all my Canadian readers and friends! I’m feeling extremely good today, because this morning was the first time I could stand up straight for about three days. I scoured the net high and low to find a visual representation of what the past few days have been like, and the picture above is the best and closest thing I could find. Eerily accurate, actually. Master went away for a few days, and could not bring us along. Into the cage, the house slave and I went!

It was an extremely uneventful several days. The high points were when Goddess Starla and her sissy hubby, Master’s close friends came into the small side-room where the cage is, once a day to slide food into our temporary home, and to empty our bucket. It would be terribly dangerous to leave us caged in a house alone, so she and her hubby stayed at the house for the duration, but only came into the room to perform these tasks.  Of course her hubby would do the work, while we were allowed to stare and give little kisses to her feet through the bars. Aside from that, it was a whole lot of sitting around and being bored. I almost wish that Master had tied us up, so that we’d have some kind of pain to manage, or discomfort. This was more pure frustration – being forced to kneel unable to stand was extremely frustrating after the first 24 hours (or what I thought was about 24 hours, I had no idea really).

The house slave and I made the best of it though. I sucked on her feet constantly to quench what my long time readers will know is my insatiable foot fetish, we’d get each other off every few hours to pass the time, and to be honest it was actually kind of nice to just be really intimate with her. We barely spoke, she very rarely speaks – but over the past several years that she’s been in the house, we’ve grown close and share a certain comradery together, due to our similar positions in life. Our libido’s are similar, as well as our boredom, so we explored each other’s bodies more than we ever have before. I think perhaps Master had this in mind when we closed the door and applied the padlock to our cell…perhaps he was trying to get us to be even closer than before – and in truth, it worked marvelously.

Has anyone else experienced long-term imprisonment within the context of BDSM? Do you have fantasies about it? I know I’m already kind of excited for the next time Master has to go away :)

Also if your interested, this picture is courtesy of DecorativeGirls.com – great little website that I’ll be talking more about in the future, as it depicts some more eerily similar things to my own lifestyle!