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It became a pattern, obsessing about Craig, or more specifically, the cage in his basement, during the day and dreaming about it at night. Somehow, I managed to get through each day, keeping up with my classes and my homework. In fact, I excelled, discovering that the only way to keep from getting completely lost in my daydreams was to immerse myself in my studies. Still, I spent every free moment reliving that last evening, his hands touching me through the bars, imagining what it would have been like if I’d truly been helpless. Each night before I went to bed I it was all I could do not to tease myself to a mind blowing orgasm, and each morning, I’d wake up half crazed with the urge to fuck myself silly with my hair brush. And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. After all, he’d told me I wasn’t allowed. Silly as it seems, I didn’t want to disappoint him. It was Friday night and I had the room to myself, Megan having decided to visit her parents for the weekend when he finally called. Recognizing his number, my pulse began to race. “Hi, Shelly. Miss me?” “Yes.” I whispered, at a sudden loss for words. Was it only an hour ago that I’d filled several pages of my journal full of how much I needed to hear his voice, to feel his hands upon me, to feel the touch of cool steel against my flesh? “Good. I hope you kept your promise. Did you?” I nodded, then, realizing he couldn’t see me, once again manage to find my voice. “Yes. I… I haven’t… you know…” “You haven’t cum, Shelly? Is that what you’re trying to tell me? Say it, baby girl. Say the words.” “I haven’t cum, Craig.” “Good girl. I’m very proud of you.” Somehow, that made me feel better. I wondered what that said about me for about a nanosecond. “When can I see you again?” “Tomorrow night. Same time, same place. Can you make it?” “Of course!” I almost shouted into the phone, earning me a chuckle. “Good. Oh, and this time, I want you to dress exactly as I tell you. Got a pen?” Grabbing a ballpoint from my desk and a note pad, I took down every word. What to wear almanbahis şikayet and what to do once I got there. His instructions were simple. Tomorrow would be special, he told me. I made him repeat that, made him promise me that this time, he wouldn’t leave me wanting. I’d shown up, just like he’d told me to, at six o’clock, dressed as instructed. He’d been somewhat specific and I went to great lengths to please him, spending my afternoon at the local mall in some of the ‘fashionable teen’ stores. A pleated royal blue skirt, shorter then I was used to wearing. My pink panties were perfectly matched to the pink halter top that clung like a second skin to my slender frame and left my belly button on display. Sandals that showed off my soft pink nail polish. I think the look he was going for was sexy-cute. I had to admit, I’d achieved it for him. Once again, I’d tied my hair back, this time with a blue ribbon. I left my purse on the kitchen table, unnerved by the silence of the house as I made my way down the hall. Opening the basement door, I paused for a moment, knowing that this was my last chance to change my mind, wondering if he’d be waiting for me down stairs or join me later, after I’d gotten in the cage. This time, there’d be no escape. Did I dare trust him enough to put myself at her mercy? I wasn’t sure. What I was sure of was that the pull of the cage was too strong to refuse. I took the stairs carefully. They were narrow enough that I could keep my palms flat against either wall as I descended. I didn’t stop until I reached the bottom. It was there, of course, just like I remembered it in my fantasies as well as in my dreams, centered in the room, waiting for me. He’d left the door tantalizingly open. From where I stood, I could see the heavy padlock hanging from the latch. There was no key in to accompany it. Did I dare? Should I turn around and never look back and, if I did, would I forever be thankful or would I regret it for the rest of my life? I looked around. The room hadn’t changed from my almanbahis canlı casino last visit. I was all alone with the object of my obsession. Taking a deep, if somewhat shaky breath, I took a single step towards it. And then another. And yet a third, pausing each time, unaware of my surrounding, my eyes fixed on the steel crate. I had to remind myself to breath as I took a fourth step and then another, not pausing between them, closing the distance, suddenly eager to get this over with. Once I was inside, once the door was closed and locked, it would be out of my hands, I thought, a sense of relief taking root. Nothing could stop me now. Getting down on my hands and knees, I backed into it once again, clutching the lock in my left hand, only stopping when I could go no further. I closed the door behind me, the click of the latch startling me in the near silence. This was it; the longer I waited, the more likely I was to have a change of heart. Carefully I reached through the bars and slipped the lock through the latch, locking myself in. There was a moment of panic, quelled by closing my eyes and counting to ten. When I opened them again, the first thing I saw was Craig walking slowly towards me, dressed in black trousers and a black tee, his face expressionless, dark eyes focusing on me. “Hello, Shelly.” I swallowed, unsure of what to say, watching as he squatted in front of the cage, his stomach at eyes level, forcing me look up, the top of my head pressing against the bars, allowing him to reach through and stroke my hair tenderly. “I knew you’d come. I wasn’t sure at first, not until the first time you got in it. From that moment, though, I knew. How does it feel?” “Scary.” I told him, my voice so soft I thought it might be drowned out by the beating of my heart. “Good.” Was his reply as he withdrew his hands from my head and slid the half panel upwards several inches, leaving a small gap before me. “Your hands, Shelly. Put your hand in the holes like a good girl.” I lifted them slowly, moving my almanbahis casino weight to my legs as much as I could, resting my wrist in the half circles. Somehow, I overcame the panic that threatened to wash through me as he lowered the panel, effectively cuffing my hands. I experimented with trying to pull my hands through the steel rings, the leather lining surrounding my slender wrists. It held me too snug to even hope to pull free. “Almost done, Shelly. Now for your ankles…” I did my best to keep track of him as he moved behind me, craning my neck around, catching the motion of the back panel as he slid it smoothly up. I felt his hand upon my calf, tugging it gently to one side and then out, following suit with the other. I knew, without being told, not to move as he lowered the bars once more, trapping my feet outside of the cage, the leather lined rings hugging my ankles now, as well. “Perfect.” Smiling fondly, he sat back on his heels along side of me, his hands resting on his thighs. He seemed content to simply watch me. I wondered if he expected some sort of a reaction. Perhaps he wanted to hear me beg or, more likely, he just wanted to savor this moment. I didn’t ask him and he didn’t volunteer. I merely waited, anticipation building inside of me. “You’ve been good? You haven’t played with your pussy, just like I asked?” After the long silence, his voice startled me. I did my best to recover quickly, shaking my head until I found my voice again. “I’ve been good. It’s been… hard.” “I know, baby girl. Don’t worry. Tonight, I’m going to reward you. All I ask is you be patient and trust me. You think you can do that?” “I’ll try.” I told him, and I meant it. “That’s all I ask.” He was done with words then, as was I. Reaching through the steel bars, he brushed his fingers over my face, caressing my cheeks. It felt so good, comforting even. Nimbly, he undid the ribbon I’d taken so much care with, releasing my hair, his fingers combing through the curtain that now partially hid him from view. Not that I needed to see him. I could sense him, feel his every movement, hear each shift of weight as he moved this way or that, fingers teasing my bare shoulder, tracing the straps of my halter, coaxing a soft moan of pleasure from me, the first of many. He took his time.