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CAGED
(John Gemini)

'Get in... cages are your world and this one is delightfully different... as you are about to find out,' she smiles.



'Yes, Mistress, thank you.'



I climb into the tiny cage. It's incredibly solid, extremely tight, extremely short.  I stand with both feet inside wondering if I'll ever be able to fit in it.  It doesn't look big enough to hold an adult human being. Then Lucia pushes me straight down onto my knees.



'Slide backwards as far as you can.'



I slide backwards until my feet touch the bars. CLICK CLICK CLICK... each foot ends up attached to a corner with a solid metal cuff which locks shut with a horribly final sounding click. Then she pushes my upper body down. My head almost hits the other end of the cage and is being pushed down until it is just a few centimetres from the floor and my collar is attached to a solid metal eyelet welded to this... so now it's impossible for me to straighten up.  Then she comes back with a bar that is pushed under my elbows. This is secured to the cage with 2 locks. The bar holds my elbows up in an unnatural position and this is made worse when my elbow cuffs click into place pulling them painfully together.



A handcuff immediately clicks around my wrist cuffs, which is connected to the back end of the cage and pulled tight so that my arms are stretched upwards and backwards. So, I'm crammed in, tight, extremely tight.  Any movement at all is out of the question.



The high security gag is pushed in my mouth from above and is pulled extremely tight and I hear a click as it is locked into place.  Then the lid falls shut, it's so heavy that Lucia struggles with the weight.  But still two locks hold the lid in place.  Even if I hadn't been gagged, words would have failed me, because this cage is something else.  Not a millimetre of movement is available forwards or backwards, and not a millimetre to the side either.



'Stay there, mouse.'



Where would I go? To get bread rolls?  When she comes back, she's carrying two solid metal plugs... one shaped like a penis and the other very obviously a butt plug.... But this one is considerably bigger than the small one I've been wearing for the last week.  She approaches the cage from behind. I immediately feel the penis plug moving inside me, gently and delicately, but consistently.  She inserts it into me... I'm wet and turned on so it slips in easily.   Soon it's deep inside me, filling me up. I can then feel as the other end of it is attached to the cage and locked firmly into place. 



So, it's not just the bar, the lid, the chain on the collar, the leg irons and handcuffs that are holding me down, the dildo I'm now impaled with is holding me down too.  It's become a part of my bondage.   And then comes what was bound to happen. The anal plug is lubricated and is pushed into my back entrance. Slowly and gently, but without mercy. I feel my sphincter stretching painfully and I moan into the gag and then suddenly... plop, it drops into place.  The end of this is also secured and locked to the cage... not that this is necessary. I can't move a muscle anyway. 



Lucia stands back and admires her handiwork.  



'So,' she says, 'There she is, the little caged mouse looking incredibly secure.  Do you like it?'



Obviously, I can't answer. I can't even nod, so I try to make a grunting noise which just comes out incredibly muffled.



'Hmmmm... I'll take that as a yes.  So, mouse for your information this delightful device is called a Pichard Cage... we had the size customised just for you. As you have probably already gathered, it's designed to be incredibly restrictive.  And the plugs just offer that little bit extra... not only do they fill your dirty little holes, but they too hold you in bondage as there is absolutely no way you can wiggle out and they are firmly anchored to the cage. They have a few other hidden surprises too which I'll let you discover.  It's going to be interesting to see how you cope with it... I've never been in a Pichard myself, but I have to say it does look rather challenging.'



My initial thought is that challenging is a huge understatement. 



'I suppose I could hang around and watch you suffer, but I have to go shopping... hopefully I'll see you later.... Or perhaps tomorrow sometime.'