A view from behind bars

Captivity is something that intrigues me, it was a fantasy of mine before i met the bossman to be caged and im lucky that this is a fantasy that has been made reality and for once its something that lives up to the fantasy.

I would love to experience captivity/caging for an extended amount of time, days but not really practical at the moment..perhaps one day.

I love the cage, its somewhere i feel safe, its a sanctury of sorts, and it feeds my need to be objectified in the sense of 'being put away' during (for a break) and after he uses me, mostly when its s/m orientated, i like being contained and its a different sense or feeling of containment than being in bondage. I dont have any negative associations with it.

Its a long cage and i can lie down fully in it, but cannot fully sit up or turn around, i can just about get on my hands and knees, its long because the top of the cage doubles as a spanking/caning bench, the underneath being bars all the way around and the door which is locked shut with a padlock.

I like watching him when im in it, especially if i have been put it in for a 'time out' when i need to come down and perhaps calm down from whats already happened, and being in the cage at these times i know he is not finished and it gives me time to contemplate him and what he has going through his mind to do next.

Sometimes he will sit and watch, and he looks at me in a manner as if he is studying me, similar to that of a rat in a cage in the course of a scientific experiment!  i wander if he is thinking "what shall I do to you now"

Sometimes he will move about getting ready for what he has planned, and i observe quietly, always quiet when im in the cage, will he go to the drawers where the needles are? that gets me excited, or maybe the third drawer down, the clamps and weights?, a shiver of apprehension and fear..not my favourite drawer.

He might stand looking at the selection of whips, flogger and canes etc, pick a few up and have a feel, put it down and move onto the next, some he picks up have me silently pleading he chooses it, others have me silently pleading the opposite and im hoping he moves on.

I love it when he is purusing his weapons of choice sometimes he will turn and look at me, he knows that whatever he is holding in his hands at that time will either fill me with excitement or dread, and sometimes the bastard will smile that all knowing smile and in that little trivial moment, with that 'look' i dont care whether i like what he is holding or not, just get me out the damn cage now im ready to 'play'.