Narrow, Short Punishment Cage
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Slave cringed at Mistress Owner’s anger.
“You stupid creature! Worthless beast!”
Mistress Owner touched herself. She seemed intoxicated. Aroused?
“Are you hungry for suffering? Why else would you question my judgement?”
Her voice was soft. Amorous?
“Probably you are just a fool. Men are so stupid. That is why all of you need to live under the boots of women. Women who kick you.”
Mistress Owner’s breathing grew deeper, faster.
“Doesn’t really matter. No. Nor do you matter. Just a man. A nothing.”
She pinched a nipple, winced and smiled.
“You’ll stay in the cage. Unable to stand. Never stretching out for rest. You can’t even scratch when you itch.”
She swayed a little.
“Once every day, I’ll take you out. Beat you with my new thorny cane.”
“You’ll eat scraps. I can’t let you die.”
Her laugher suggested madness. Lunatic cruelty.
“Not that it will feel like living.”
She seemed drunk on lust. Verbal torment was akin to sex for her.
Rolling the cage, Mistress Owner moved it to a closet. Shut the door.
Darkness and silence. Slave wept. Sheer terror. When would she open the door? Would she?
Originally posted 2017-09-28 10:33:11.