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Content Notice ~ tricky little tale. Not for everyone. Proceed with caution, It is a woman being forcefully contained in a cage. My tongue was somewhat in my cheek as I wrote…
Cage Life
I awoke the following morning. Sat up. Looked around and computed I was still in the cage. Three days now.
My arse ached and I remembered the previous evening – being buggered by Digger, my husband. He had then fallen asleep with his semen still leaking into my anus. But somehow he must have woken and tucked me into my small cot bed in the cage.
The next week crawled by like a slimy snail. My emotions were all over the place. But then I began to feel angry.
Let me explain. After the initial shock of finding myself a prisoner had worn off I merely became resigned to the fate Digger had bestowed upon me. I felt helpless. It was obvious my cheating behaviour had flummoxed him. The result was his need to control me at all times.
Left on my own much of the time I began to to contemplate and then my mood changed. I started to fight back. I’d launch a physical attack on him when he came to see me. But even I could see after a couple of days that this approach was not getting me anywhere. He was bitten and scratched. I was hurt and bruised. And the thing was there was not much I could do with my collar attached to the soldered chain. I decided to try a different approach. So rather than fight with my fists I began to use words as the aggressor.
“OK Gill That’s better you seem more relaxed today.”
“Physically I may be, but you are a fucking bully for keeping me caged like a wild animal. Pretty much a loser if you can’t control your woman unless she is under lock and key.”
He put up with this kind of degradation for a couple of days. All the while time was ticking away and we hadn’t had sex for almost a week. When one evening things came to a head.
“Look I need more stimulation. There is nothing to do. I’m bored as fuck.. You may be a moron but I’m not. When are yo..”
“Just shut up bitch, with your incessant whining. You want some stimulation I’ll give u something to think about.”
Pushing me down on the bed in one movement he ripped open my button up dress. Then kneeling in front he forcefully unfolded my legs and pulled down his fly. Conflict made him hard as fuck so he wasted no time ramming my cunt with his cock, letting out a satiated groan as it sank in up to his balls.
With each thrust he grabbed a handful of my tits as the motion jiggled them around in front of him, pummeling my pussy as if it was the last one on earth. I liked that. His eyes, dark and intent, denoted nothing would stop him until the raging fire from within had been extinguished by his cock exploding inside me.
As he reached his climax, face black as thunder, I did too. Sexuality is a complicated issue. So although I couldn’t quite understand why, I did recognise this was what I wanted – to be dominated.
Later, reflecting on how I had enjoyed the sex my mood changed again. I became calmer. And Digger remained consistent, kept on with his routine of cooking my meals and bathing me. I thought about some books I wanted to read and asked if it would buy one for me.
That very day he returned with a few. And the following evening, we sat and chatted. Reminiscing about how we had first met. I remembered why I’d liked him. I’d always been a little wild and he seemed to be the only guy I’d dated who could handle that. But after we married things changed. He began to let me have my own way. My mood swings were dreadful and I expect he gave in – anything for an easy life, forgetting that a girl like me needs a firm hand.
Before he left my cage that night he told me to get down and suck him off. And I was happy to do so, wanting to give him pleasure.
My mouth toyed with his cock and my fingertips teased his balls as he stroked my hair, telling me I was being a good girl.
When he left for bed I begged him to let me out so I could sleep with him.
“Soon Gill. When I know that being with me, man and wife, is what you really want.”
I thought about what he could mean. Then it came to me. Being locked in the cage was not just a punishment. He was finally attempting to tame me. Trying to train my mindset to focus on us as a couple rather than selfishly thinking about my individual needs all the time. I expect he could of come up with a far less complicated way to do that. This was a tad extreme. But then again would I have listened if left to my own devices? Perhaps not. And looking on the bright side, all meals were cooked for me and I didn’t have to do any house work!
Onto the next bit…
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May More
I am currently in ‘couples counseling’. This makes more sense than that. If the counseling fails I might try your method.
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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])
Yes what a great idea!
A definite more complex way to come around to realizing dominance works for her, but people are stubborn that way.
This is definitely a unique way to work out your differences. Great writing! Looking forward to seeing where the story goes! 😉
May! This line… The next week crawled by like a slimy snail. Wow. This story is so good. When you write… it sank in up to his balls… I felt that in my cock when I read it, I know exactly how exquisite that feels. Locked in a cage to be tamed, I always thought as I read your story that she is the wild animal, not him, you got this across by not saying it. I am so impressed with this piece. And, I loved the last line.
Thanks Elliott I really respect you writing opinions so I am chuffed you like it – I think two more parts left 😉
Another great installment. I’m really enjoying the kind of satirical feel to it, if that’s the right word. It’s great fun ?
I LOVE the tongue in cheek aspect of this, it’s refreshing to read something dirty and awful that’s written with a sense of humor! It has left me with a smile and a smirk. ?
YAY for Lexy – TY so much for noticing – there are phrases in there that I would not use in a month of Sundays if I was penning a serious domestic abuse story – I am practicing for that “dark humour” style – I got a way to go yet but my blog is a good place to give it a go x
Still loving this story and can’t wait to see how it continues. I don’t see her completely giving in so easily. ?
I hope she gets her revenge if I am honest. He seems like a huge entitled dick… And your writing is so strong, I feel like I am being lead to a conclusion but I can’t see what it coming at all
Mollyx
Ah I’ll certainly take that as a compliment. Thank you Molly – got it all in my head -just getting the rest out now. Just a couple more parts x
I love how this is very clearly written from the point of view of someone who is not you (or so it seems!), the voice, the thought process of the character is so different. It’s interesting to read and it inspired me to think outside my own box!
thanks Blue – it is kinda my thing writing from a perspective very different from my own. That is why I love writing fiction. I often write from the male POV – and will prob finish this series with Digger in the first person 😉
I am glad that she is coming around to him and that they are finally starting to connect 🙂
thanks Missy as i said a little bit tongue in cheek – but that’s life -) xx
Seems like she is coming to some conclusions. Interesting thought process!
Rebel xox