Caged
by Lady Julia © 2007
She enters the room and gestures. No words. Only a gesture.
Immediately you drop to your knees and crawl willingly into the shiny steel cage resting only a foot from the comfortable bed you sometimes share. Even though she remains silent as the door to your temporary prison swings shut, you sense her excitement.
Click.
There’s no escape now. Your freshly-showered naked body can only kneel and wait. You’ve no choice. You’re totally at her mercy.
Just as she wants it. Just as it should be.
You know the routine. First, she showers. Soon you hear the water running and you know she is mentally preparing for that which is to come.
All other thoughts fade as you begin to prepare as well by considering the depth of your feelings for Mistress. Desire – not only for her body, her touch, the sound of her voice, the feel of your hands on her body – but that deeply rooted desire to please her. In what manner will you be allowed to please her tonight? Memories from past experiences and fantasies for the future fill your mind as you hear the steady stream of water falling. Warm streams of water that are caressing her beautiful body.
As she steps from the shower, a silky robe gathered carelessly around her body, she moves to her dressing table. You watch as she dries and brushes her beautiful hair. Long, full tresses that caress her body when she moves – especially her generously proportioned breasts. “What will she have me do tonight? Or… will she permit me to do anything?” For occasionally, she simply releases you, kisses you softly, and instructs you to sleep.
Her eyes catch your reflection in the mirror and low moan escapes her lips. So much about this ritual excites her. The devotion. The trust. Your helplessness and total surrender to her power.
Her lotioned hands are caressing her body now. No wonder her skin is so deliciously soft. Every night, the same routine. She touches where you ache to touch but cannot – at least for that moment. The bars forbid it.
As she stands and turns to you, your breath catches. “Please – please” you silently pray. “Use me tonight. Allow me to touch you. To elicit soft cries of pleasure. Moans of complete abandon. Please… use me in whatever manner you wish.”
Peering through the bars that separate you, you see the slow smile curving her lips and a gold key ring dangling from her rosy tipped fingers. After a moment of silently gazing upon you, she turns, the tap of her heels echoing as she walks away. Your heart sinks as the disappointment momentarily washes over you and your arousal wanes. “Not tonight,” you tell yourself. Sighing deeply, you wonder how long you will wait before she releases you.
You consider the strength of her control over your mind and your body. She’s trained you so well that denial affects as strongly as receiving that for which you ache. The proof of your arousal springs to life once again as you marvel at the ease in which she initially captured you and now controls you. A few words, a smile, a gesture, even a glance – you are so well trained she can control you with the slightest of communication.
The tap of her heels interrupt your thinking. “Does this mean…?” If possible, your cock throbs even harder.
She smiles and quietly begins to speak.
Dear Lady Julia,
Thank you for your story. Your heart and mind come through clearly, even in such a short work. I have only done a little writing, but enough to know how much time and effort is required to both write a story, and then carefully craft and polish it. Your attention to the details — grammar, punctuation, word usage –is obvious and appreciated. Your delight in both the experience of your man’s submission within the story, as well as the experience of the reader outside of it, is apparent and pleasing as well. I’ve now spent over an hour reading various writings and blogs of yours, and have thoroughly enjoyed myself. Well, not *thoroughly*, as I am currently in a public setting. However, the experience has been as pleasurable as propriety dictates.
Again, thank you Lady Julia. I’ll be happily reading more and only too glad to leave feedback, since it’s my nature to do so and part of what you seem to desire as well.
One of your posts solicits offers of service, if I understood correctly. I’d like to make such an offer of service to you. One skill that some find helpful is my ability to proofread. I’m also willing to edit if asked, though I’m not as experienced at editing as I am at mere proofreading. If you have a recent piece of writing that you would be willing to have me proofread for you as a sample of my work, I’d be grateful to offer my effort as a return of gratitude for all of the writing you have shared on your various sites.
(While you seem secure enough to not be threatened or insulted by the offer, please allow this tedious disclaimer. This offer is not meant to imply that your writing needs proofreading, but rather I’m guessing that proofreading takes your valuable time which you would rather spend on other priorities. Also, in my experience, the best writers like you generally want proofreading, and recognize its value.)
Your newest fan, though by no means your most important,
-Carl
Carl, thank you so much for your kind words and your even kinder offer. Certainly I took no offense. I do make mistakes and it drives me to distraction that people are hesitant to point them out. I’d much rather one person tell me than let me leave them out there for the world to see :) You’re also correct that it takes quite a bit of time to proofread things. It may not show, but I am quite the perfectionist on some things. I will certainly contact you about your offer.
It shows! That’s what gave me hope that you just might accept. ;)