Fiona has wrote a lovely post about being caged http://sirqandme.blogspot.co.uk/2014/08/cage-part-deux.html you should go check it out, she asked in reply to a previous comment i made on one of her posts if i have wrote about being caged, i have, cant find the bloody post, this is where having labels would be a serious help....should do that!
So i will write about the most recent experience with it, being caged is seriously hot....well ok i think it is.
The cage is generally somewhere i see as a sanctuary, somewhere i can rest and sleep, recover after a particularly hard session, sometimes its incorporated into a scene.
I wasnt coping too well with the whipping, i just couldnt seem to get into it, i was struggling, if i wasnt restrained to the cross, i would have never stayed on it, Master decided a break was in order. After undoing the restraints he motioned for me to get in the cage, crawling into it was a welcome reprieve, i needed to calm down, and refresh.
Master placed a bowl of water in the cage before locking the door closed, i love the humiliating, perhaps degrading aspect of this, being treated similarly to a dog chained up, being on hands and knees lapping up the water.
Its interesting being caged, i tend to find that i instinctively try to open the door, even though i know its locked, its not going to open until such a time as he chooses to open it, i still have this need to try it, no idea why, its a different feeling than being in bondage, cant quite put my finger on why, perhaps its because rather than parts of my body being restricted, my body in itself is free, but as a whole im contained.
Curling up, i watch Master as he cleans and puts away some of the implements, a part of me hoping that the whipping will not resume, but its a false hope, i always get what he has determined i will get, and i know he is not finished.
But for now im safe, Master sits back on a chair, with a drink, watching me as i am watching him, i cant help but smile at him, quite a difference to 20 minutes beforehand when i was calling him every name under the sun, not complimentary names!
A grin spreads across his face as he gets up, a grin i know so well, a grin which means something horrid has entered his mind, horrid for me.
Opening a draw he pulls out the electric zapper, horrible, horrible thing, you know electric fences that can often be found around fields in farmland, if you have ever touched one of those, well the sensation is similar to that, not extremely painful, but well a shock!
As he walks towards me, im pleading "no", trying to back away, pushing myself as far against the bars as i can, but its not far enough, not enough hands to protect myself either, zapp on my thigh, my stomach, dammit im meant to be safe in here.
"are you ready to come out and finish your whipping?" he asks
well gee let me think on that, its either stay in here and be zapped or come out and be whipped....played a similar game to this before, i remember thinking i would take what i thought was the easier option to avoid what i didnt want....and yeah what was the result......oh yes....i didnt avoid what i didnt want, all i achieved was getting the easier option and then still getting what i didnt want...in other words i just made it worse for myself....not this time.
He unlocks the door, and reluctantly i crawl out, kissing his boots before standing to get back on the cross.
"bastard"...in my head mind!