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another fine story Sp
The cage
By Sp
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I heard the key turn in the lock, and my hand froze where it was - in my pants. I glanced at the clock. "Oh shit," I thought. I was not allowed to swear out loud, but I frequently did in my mind - especially ever since becoming a submissive in truth. "What on earth is he doing home so early?" I pushed back the chair from the computer desk, and stood up quickly on shaky legs. I frantically zipped up my jeans with trembling fingers, and wiped the wetness off of them onto my jeans. I ran out of the study to the front door, but I was too late.
My Sir was standing within the front doorway. He watched me run to him with narrowed eyes. I skidded to a halt, and got down on my knees and put my forehead down onto the floor in the entryway. He slowly closed the door and locked it, and came and stood in front of me.
"I told you to be here waiting for me when I got home," he told me softly. Inside I cringed - although my Sir never raised his voice to me, I could tell he was displeased. "What were you doing P?"
"Nothing Sir," I said, my head still on the floor. "I am so sorry Sir. I did not know you would be home early Sir, or I would have been waiting for you as instructed."
"As instructed. Those are the key words P. I told you to be here waiting for me - and you were not. I want to know what you were doing." I remained silent, and suddenly my Sir grabbed me by the back of my neck, by my collar, and pulled me to an upright kneeling position. His hand tightened on the collar, so it choked me. I put up my hands reflexively.
This was a mistake - he immediately looked at them. He grabbed my right hand and sniffed it.
"P what were you doing?" he demanded again. I remained silent. With one hand still holding me by my collar, he reached down and unzipped my jeans. He felt inside - my panties were damp, my pussy was wet. "Just as I thought. You are such a slut. I told you that you may never masturbate without an order from me - and feel your cunt. All wet and slobbery. I think it is time you learned a serious lesson from your continued mistakes." My gaze flew to his face - his features were hard and set.
"I am so sorry Sir! I will never do it again Sir! Please forgive me Sir!"
"Shut up P, don't say another word." He dragged me to my feet, and marched me into the kitchen. He let go of my collar and coldly began to strip me. First my shirt, over my head. Then my bra. He pulled my unzipped jeans off my legs, and my wet panties. I stood in the kitchen shivering with the cold and with nervous anticipation. "You are such a horny bitch. Horny bitches need to learn their place in my household. Get down on your knees like a dog, with your bitch ass up high in the air."
I did as I was told. I watched him out of the corner of my eye. He was rolling up a newspaper. I clenched the muscles of my bottom together self-protectively.
WHAP! He spanked my bottom with the rolled up newspaper, just as if I were a dog that messed the carpet. WHAP WHAP WHAP!! I stayed in position, not moving or speaking. It didn't hurt very much, a sharp sting - but the humiliation of being beaten like a dog was overwhelming.
After a bit, my Sir stopped his punishment. I felt a warm finger probe between my legs, and slide into my vagina. "Just as I thought," he said. "You are all wet - even wetter than before. Such a slutty cunt you are. This was not meant as a reward P - this is a punishment and a warning. Get your leash - on your knees!"
I crawled over to the front door to my leash that was on the floor there. I picked it up in my mouth and brought it back to my Sir. He took it from my mouth and clipped it to my collar. "Now, into the basement we go."
"Sir? The basement?" I asked in disbelief. There was nothing in the basement, no reason to go down there that I knew of.
"Yes, the basement. Crawl down the stairs - you can go backwards since you are such a clumsy horny slutty bitch. I don't want you falling and getting hurt, I have other plans for you."
I crawled over to the basement door and waited for my Sir to open it, just like a dog would. I turned around as he ordered and went down feet first. At the bottom I stopped and stared - there was a large cage in the corner of the room, where before there had been nothing. A dog kennel - made of metal and wire mesh. It was only about 3 feet tall, large enough for a human surely, but the human would have to sit or lie down. There was a dog bowl in the corner with a bright blue "P" on it, filled with water. There was one blanket, and nothing else.
I looked at my Sir in disbelief. "Djian - I never agreed to this! You cannot do this to me!"
"Shut up P," he shook his head in astonishment. "You have no say in the matter. I don't want to hear your whining voice the rest of the day. In fact - since you prefer to act like a slutty bitch in heat when I am at work, I think you should have a nice ball to play with. Dogs like balls." He reached up to a nearby shelf and pulled down a ball gag. "Open up now, wide." I refused to open my mouth and without any further argument, he grabbed my hands and tied them together behind my back, then pinched my nose shut till I had to open my mouth to breath. He shoved in the ball gag and secured it behind my head.
"In you go now bitch," and he swatted my rear end to get me moving. I shuffled into the cage on my knees. He unhooked my leash, and then shut and locked the door of the cage.
"I am sorry you won't be able to drink the water pet, but I really am in no mood to listen to your snivelling and pleading. I will be back later to check on you." And he walked out of the room, up the basement steps, and turned out the light. I could see the light from upstairs though - the light of the house, the warm comfy house, where my books were, and my Sir, and food and water. I gave a little sigh and arranged myself the best I could on the blanket, squirming around to try to cover myself up.
This was what I got for masturbating without permission, a truly just and deserved punishment. I hoped that it would not be for long, and I hoped that when the time was up I would get fucked from behind like the bitch I knew I was.