Fantasy of the Day: Self Bondage Caged
Excitment bubbles through me as I take my time setting up the cage so it sits perfectly squared in the center of the living room. I take my time lowering the flap to create a little opening for me to crawl in to, with all these little goodies I placed inside waiting for me.
Ducking through the hole, the large spacious room seems to shrink as I view it through the metal bars that are now a few mere inches from my face. My toes rest on the limited amount of square footage of padding I've allowed myself to have. I must be a bit crazy for wanting to do this to myself, however after thinking about it all morning I can't help but gleefully step inside.
My heart races faster as I close the door and hitch the clips to keep the flap closed. It's funny to think how something so light and flimsy feeling can quickly become a prison. Knowing full well that I can't bend or break this metal no matter how much I struggle with it, there's something hot about that too. Swiftly creating for myself a "subby safe space" for me be in for awhile.
I find some little pad locks resting by my feet, which I use to loop around the latches of the door to ensure that I'm completely locked inside of here. Squeezing the lock closed and hearing is snap in place is a treat. I jiggle the door a bit, confirming that it's not opening again until these locks come off. Once I'm fully sure it's not, I take the keys and toss them out through the cage, watching them land far away on the other side of the room.
Now stuck inside, it's time to rid myself of my purple skirt and cotton T-Shirt to reveal my matching pink bra and panties set that I've been wearing all day. After tossing them out through the larger openings at the "bottom" of the cage, goosebumps across my skin as I feel a cool breeze below in through one of the open windows. "Too late for that now..." I giggle to myself, realizing the naughty predicament I've put myself in. I shift onto my knees and look down at the other little toys I've left myself in here.
The first thing I pick up is a harness gag, with a bright red ball for me to bite on. I insert it into my mouth and let it rest behind my teeth as I puzzle out the buckles behind my head. It takes awhile to get them all situated, but I want to make sure it's no tightly so I'm not able to spit it out or shuffle my way out. Once I'm satisfied with the fit, I clip the center stap of the harness to the top center the cage, limited my mobility even more in this already confined space.
Eyes focused downward, I pick up a fine leather blindfold with a slit to slide my nose into. I raise it up to my face and cover my vision with blackness, and begin to wrestle with the last strap to ensure that no matter how much I twist, turn, and shake it doesn't slide off. With the blindfold buckled on tightly my sense of vision is completely stripped away.
Shrouded in darkness I feel around on the floor, looking for a single luxury I allowed myself to have in here. Finding the wire, I feel around with my hands to determine which side I'm supposed to hold on to and which gets tucked inside of my panties, already damp with physical arousal. I let out a jitterd, shaky breath trying to calm myself from excitement as I press the button with my thumb and feel the sweet, sweet vibrations tingle making my entire body shiver.
With that in place, I'm pawing at the floor of the cage for the last piece. Through anxious concentration, I find the set of handcuffs and begin fighting with them to get them just where I want them; looped around one of the back wires of the cage. Feeling the cold metal against my wrists as I hear loud clicks while I clasp them closed is all but too arousing. Before I realize it there's nothing more that I can do but kneel there in my own self bondage as I look into darkness and listen to the silence of the house with the exception of my own struggling against the metal and the low hum of the buzzing vibrator.
I try and picture what I might look like from the outside. A silly girl on display in her cage, all locked up in her underwear, softly moaning, drool building on her lower lip. The only thought more arousing is who is going to find me first; my boyfriend when he gets home from work, or the delivery guy dropping off the food I ordered. Until then I'll sit here and stew in my own bliss not knowing when I'll be free again.
