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Caged
(Domina Martine)

"You can stretch out a little my Pet. I may be firm, but I'm not pitiless. A broken slave is of no use to me." A broken slave is of no use to me." The tone of your voice was quiet and honest, however, it gave away no signs of your true intentions. I opened my mouth as if to speak, yet your demeanor cautioned me to remain quiet. Apprehensively, I stretched out my previously confined muscles, feeling the slight prickling of pins and needles running up and down my legs. Having extended myself, I came back into a kneeling position with my thighs spread wide and my hands upturned with my eyes still looking downward.



"Glad to see your preparation hasn't totally consumed you my dear. Come." The lead pulled and I gradually tailed you out of the room and towards the den, My heart was thumping like a drum as you pushed me in and pointed down to a spot on the floor by your chair. I rushed to comply; settling on to the rug into what I thought was the best submissive posture I could be in. My back was absolutely straight and my thighs as far separated as I could manage. I could hear you moving about the room and did whatever it took to not think about what could come next. Finally, you sank into the enormous cushioned chair, your eyes contemplating me, I could feel your stare gleaming over my body as I attempted to fix my posture even more.



"Hmmm yes, you present yourself very well my Pet, yet I require something other than your capacity to learn postures. If by chance, I needed somebody to do tricks, I'd get a dog. Despite the fact that I liked your performance today, I think maybe a puppy would be less demanding to train...less likely to deceive me perhaps?"



Your words sliced through me like a knife, making me twinge at the thought of being replaced, even as a symbolic gesture, for a puppy.



"Perhaps you are set up now to tell me the truth young lady? Well? What have you got to say for yourself?"



Trembling, I started to speak.



"I'm s-sorry my Mistress, I...I'm sorry, really I am ma'am..."



An aggravated sound from your lips sliced through my vacillated words, I know I requested a clarification slave, not an expression of remorse. There will be time enough for apologies later."



I moved a bit, "Mistress...I...sorry...I..."



"Spit it out young lady, I don't have all day, what really happened? The truth this time."



I gulped, suddenly embarrassed about my activities and attempting to calm my voice.



"Mistress, I was try...trying to get the box that you had set high up the book-sh-shelf...I...saw it around your work area at the beginning of the day ma'am...and...and when I saw it up so high...I knew there must b-be something fascinating inside Mistress."



"Go on slave, I need the whole truth."