This story, retreat, is part four of my series Bars, Woman in a Cage.
You can read it as as a stand alone or catch up with the rest. It is up to you. But it comes with a content warning, it is about a woman contained in a cage, initially against her will. It is weird – nasty sex and stuff! Read if you dare!
Retreat
The time began to pass in almost a blur. And I became a little confused as to how long I’d been in the cage. Each day similar.
I almost felt settled. I can’t say content but a kind of resignation came over me. Things could have been worse. I started to see it as a new way of living. Almost like a retreat. To quieten the inner me. Plus I certainly did retreat inside myself and reflected.
When Digger was at work I read a lot. And his routine continued. Bringing me food. Gently bathing me outside of the cage – using the sink in the spare room. And then fucking me when ever he wanted.
Nothing changed except we started having lengthy chats. Not being distracted by anything else. Each evening we’d settle down on my cot bed and talk about whatever we wanted. It felt like we were getting to know each other anew and I was falling for him all over again. Well, what I really mean is at night when he got up to leave I was almost beside myself. An extreme anxiety would pollute my mind. My eyes would fog over and I’d feel detached from myself, afraid once he walked out the room I’d cease to exist. So then I would ruin it all as the need to be with him over took my senses and I’d often sink to my knees – clawing and clasping at his ankles. All the while begging him to stay with me, or to unchain my collar so I could sleep in his bed.
When I first reacted in this manner he tried to reassure me. Stroking my hair. But after a few days. Perhaps more. Difficult to remember. He’d roughly shove me onto the bed. I’d fight back. But was weaker now. Not having much exercise has a detrimental effect on muscle tone very quickly. So I’d eventually lay down. But the struggle between us made his cock hard. I’d learned this was his thing – overpowering me. Defeating my will. Hastily he’d pull down his jeans, grab a fistful of my hair and usually slap my face in an attempt to calm me – the thought of him leaving for the night tended to trigger hysteria making me sob and shake. Have I said that already?
The shook of a swift crack against my cheek would usually compose me. Then he would impel his hardness on to my face. Fucking my drooling mouth as if it was a dripping cunt until his jizz spurted down my throat.
It never took long for him to come. Then he’d push me away, apologising. Insisting I’d provoked him. Repeat behaviour. And I suppose he was right. I knew what triggered his need to take me. It seemed out of my control to stop it though. When the anxiety took over it dictated my conduct. But also after, I was glad. You know, I wanted him to use me. Have me. His pleasure was how I got mine.
Once Digger had gone I’d usually sleep until the daylight streamed through the spare bedroom window. A shiny, bright blade cutting through the bedside table. I’d lay there watching the shimmering dapples of light dancing on the wood. That time of day was almost a spiritual awareness for me and I felt lucky to be alive.
As the days passed I knew I was changing. Becoming more philosophical and focusing on Digger first, me second. It was the right thing to do. This enlightenment was bound to happen because deep down I knew it was the only way of being which would save me, and take me back into the real world.
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One evening Digger came home from the company where he worked and the first thing he did was come to chat. I was pleased to see him so early and threw my arms around his neck. Holding him close. He spoke about what a good girl I’d become. The wildness had flown and he could tell I was ready to be as man and wife with him again.
This sentiment echoed what I was feeling deep down. Now I would be able to stand by his side. Be what he wanted.
He also had a wonderful surprise. News.
Originally we’d moved to this area because of his work and loved living in the countryside. Neither of us kept in contact with our families and he didn’t seem to need any friends. Ever since we married all he wanted was me. I’d had some work mates but they had skedaddled when I lost my job the previous year. I knew Digger was bored with his work and was searching for a new position.
“You know what gal. That posh company by the sea. They want me. How about that? More money, Better prospects. A new start for us.”
We’d have to move 200 miles down to Devon. But that part of the country was one of my favourite places. Digger explained he had handed in his notice that very day. The following would be his last one at work and then together we were going to take a holiday to find a home to rent not too far from his new work place.
As he told me I began to laugh. And laugh. I was overwhelmingly happy.
“Digger we are so lucky.” I almost cried in his arms because I knew I would be coming out of the cage.
“Together we can make a go of it in Devon Gill. I know. You and me. You’re ready now. Let me undo your collar. Let ye out.”
He took a key from his pocket and placed a hand on the lock. I immediately moved away. I was scared. Not even sure how long these bars had been my four walls of confinement. They made me feel secure. The thought of spending the day in the house alone was overwhelming. I would be less anxious in the cage.
“But… but what will I do in the house when you go to work for your last day tomorrow, Digger? I think I’ll wait in here. New start as soon as you get home. Then I can be by your side, we can do it all together.”
My voice came out weak and shaky but he simply beamed at me and agreed that sounded like the best idea.
That night as I fell asleep butterflies cruised around in my gut. I was hopeful for the future. and knowing Digger had a whole month before his new job started buoyed me. That would be long enough for me to adjust to being outside wouldn’t it? And then with him by my side I’d feel safe to take on the real world once more.
On to the final episode…
Guest Author
May More
I am wondering where you are taking this now. I have a bad feeling for him as her turnaround seems so complete ?
This story is so twisted!
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(These comments are being typed as I read all 5 parts – I’ll only press ‘post comment’ after I’ve read all 5 [if the above is still appropriate])
I like the ending of your story, May. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen when you took out the key and I think the way you ended it was real and honest for Gill.
It’s not finished yet Elliott!
I’m enjoying your writing style and sense of humor enough that I’m not troubled by what would otherwise seem sad and awful. Looking forward to to the next sexy strange installment …
I so wish you would try your hand at fiction Lexy – I can really see it in you 😉 – I only started 18mths ago really x
Oh I might! The creativity of you and several other bloggers make me want to … ✏️?
If you ever want to run a short story by me I would be more than happy to read 😉 x
Ohhh thank you! ?
Oh no, there is something a bit sad about this one. She seems to have lost her spark
Mollyx
You’ve really developed this little tale, May. Im super interested to see what happens to Gil considering her changes.
Thanks Cara! Happy you like it x
That is a very evocative post. Wow. It grabbed me with the raw emotion you wrote with. It’s just beautiful! Thank you.
thank you so much for visiting and reading 😉
I can’t wait to see where this ends up! Like Molly, I’m hoping for some revenge on her part. He’s certainly made his bed, wonder how much he’s going to like it!?
Hope you continue to read Blue – next one not out for two weeks though x
I can totally believe the change in her attitude, although I do feel sad for her.
Rebel xox
Glad her changes come across as believable – even within such a weird situation x
A fun read despite the non-con setup! A very believable change in her attitude and personality. Looking forward to further installments.
So glad you see it as fun – i know it is a strange set up but it is meant to be entertaining in some way 😉 Really glad you are reading it 😉