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This morning I had a dream I was back in high school. I was at the winter week dance, slow dancing with my old high school crush. When the song began to fade we lifted our heads from each other's shoulders, put our foreheads together and sank into each other's eyes. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips and then led me by the hand outside so that we could go on a walk and be by ourselves. We finally shared our feelings for each other and after a few blocks we passionately made out. I felt wonderful. But in the middle of a kiss I heard a disembodied voice angrily yelling, "Hey dipshit!"
By the time I could turn around to see who was yelling at us, I woke up. Katie was rattling my cage and telling me to wake up, she was in a hurry. Giving me a little time to return to the waking world, she went into the bathroom before unlocking my cage.
The cage sits on top of a short coffee table in the back of her walk-in closet. She usually covers it up with a blanket while I'm in it. I crawl in head first and lay crouched with my chest against my knees and my knees feeling the dig of the cage bars underneath my blanket. There's just enough room so that I can cross my arms on the floor in front of me and rest my head on them. There isn't enough room to change positions. Katie has a black dildo attached to the inside of the door of the cage. Before bed she lubes it up, and as she shuts the cage door she directs it into my ass. The slight discomfort of being newly plugged is always accompanied by the blanket being thrown over my cage. Sometimes, while walking out of the closet, turning off the light and shutting the door, Katie will say "Goodnight honey" or "Goodnight little slut." As she says it, I usually rock back and forth and fuck myself in the ass to the sound of her voice.
But this morning, after just experiencing the romance in my dream, the reality of my situation was a bit much. Caged, cramped, plugged, my shock collar tight around my neck and a chastity belt on my genitals, I began to feel nostaligic for the times when Katie and I were still boyfriend and girlfriend. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't help it. By the time she was walking back into the closet, I let out a poorly stifled sob. I managed to end the sobbing there, but there were a few tears running down my cheeks. She unlocked my cage and walked out. I quickly crawled down into the kitchen.
"Make me some eggs and coffee," she ordered.
I made the eggs and coffee as quickly as possible while she read the paper at the kitchen table, her legs crossed and her foot kicking impatiently. She was wearing a tight white t-shirt and a pair of tiny cotton shorts. I was trying to fight the urge to cry the whole time I made her food, but I was failing. While I set her food in front of her she noticed.
"What's the problem?"
I got down on my knees before her with my hands behind my back and my head down. She took my shock collar off and raised my head with her finger underneath my chin. I looked up at her and trembled.
"Tell me what you're crying about."
"It's nothing, Ma'am."
Of course, she wasn't buying that. She didn't reply, she just stared daggers into me.
"Really, it's nothing."
"Don't play games. Tell me or I'll drop you off at Samantha's while I'm at work. She's been wanting to borrow you, says she's got a few new things she wants to try out on you, but I haven't let her because you've been a good boy recently. Now you're crying like you're not getting something you're owed or something. I'll let her borrow you for the day and I'll tell her that she is free to try whatever she can think of."
Samantha is her friend, a terrible sadist.
"I had a dream and it just made me a little sad is all."
"You're not getting off that easy."
I gave up. She'd get it all out of me one way or another.
"Forgive me Ma'am, I know I'm wrong and I don't mean to let it bother me, but I had a dream this morning that I was with an old high school crush at a dance and we were falling in love. When I woke up I felt so far from that kind of love, and I was a little nostalgic for when you used to love me like that. But I know I'm not the kind of boy for that kind of love, Ma'am. The dream just fooled me for a minute. I know my place."
I looked down at the floor. She put my shock collar back on me roughly, extra tight, and said in a manner obviously pissed but somewhat restrained, "Now I'm not even going to be able to eat breakfast. You won't be getting any either. Do my dishes." She left the kitchen and I did her dishes as quickly as possible. When I was finished, I crawled over to the middle of the living room and kneeled with my face to the ground and hands behind my back. I waited.
When she came back down I heard her setting things on the couch and then her footsteps coming around in front of me. She put her foot in front of my mouth. I reached to kiss it, but before I got there she kicked my forehead lightly and said, "You don't deserve my feet. Get up."
I stood up. She had the key to my chastity belt in her hand. She took it off, put a firm hand around my balls, and warned, "If I see that your pathetic little dick has ejaculated when I get home, the chastity belt will go back on and not come off for at least a few months. Now, go outside and do your business before I tie you up."
I began walking towards the walk out door.
"No, crawl. People walk. Boyfriends walk. Unless told otherwise, sluts crawl."
I got on my hands and knees and crawled outside. Gingerly I crawled down the few deck steps and over the rocks. While I peed on the rock patch I could feel her watching me behind the windows.
When I crawled back in she lifted me up by my hair and pulled me over by the couch. She picked up a roll of string from it and, kneeling down in front of me, she began wrapping it carelessly around my balls. The string rubbing against my sack burned and was even stricter than usual. After tying my balls off in a tight little package, she gave them a flick. I grimaced and, seeing this, she grabbed me by the cheeks and said, "I'm going easy on you."
She didn't ease the butt plug in and she didn't bother to lube it. It was the biggest one.
"Pretend this is my dick while I'm gone. Remember that the default state of your ass is meant to be plugged."
My dick was hard. It'd been two weeks since I came. Before she put my pink panties on me, she gave my dick a little slap, making it bounce up and down and making my tied up balls sway with it, and then she said, "Silly thing. Always getting hard. What does it think it's going to fuck?"
The panties were extra small, of course, and immediately a circle of precum formed on them. She flicked the head of my constricted cock through the cotton.
I looked down at the floor and at my panties while she duct taped my wrists together behind my back and my elbows as close together as they could reach. She grabbed me by my upper arms and shoved me down on the couch so she could wrap duct tape around my ankles, my shins just below my knees, and my thighs just above my knees. She lifted me back up and I tried to maintain balance while she wrapped tape around my thighs just below my panties and around my torso, locking my arms to my body around my stomach, the lower part of my chest, and my shoulders. Grabbing my cheeks she told me to open my mouth, spit into the back of my throat, and then slapped me. I fell down onto the couch and she rolled me over onto the floor, my stomach and cock against the ground and my head facing the wall with the big mirror. I could feel her hovering over me and then I felt the crop on my ass. She hit me as hard as she's ever hit me for about ten minutes. It didn't take long for me to cry. "At least now you have a reason to cry," she replied. When she'd had enough she threw the crop on the couch and lifted my face with the top of her foot so I would watch her taking off her cotton shorts. Underneath she was wearing black panties.
She sat down on the ground just in front of my head, burying my face in the crotch of her panties and wrapping her legs around me. I could smell her sex. I wanted to drown in that smell. Petting my hair, she said, "This is exactly how you belong. No more dreams about silly girls who don't know what your place is. There's no place in the world but right here. I know you understand that. Silly sluts just get confused sometimes. But I have to make sure you don't get any funny ideas."
She pulled my head up by my hair and looked me deep in the eyes.
"Tell me."
I looked down instead of replying, trying to indicate to her that my shock collar was still on so I couldn't speak.
"Tell me," she repeated.
I paused and then forced it out. "I'm a slut and my only purpose is to serve you," I said, the sound of the shocking all over my voice. After gathering the bravery to be shocked once more, I finished: "Ma'am."
"Good."
I put my face back down into her crotch. "Kiss it," she said. I kissed her mound and then she got up.
Before she left for work she taped a dildo to the ground right in front of me. It had a fleshy surface with veins and a head to look just like a real cock. Just above the dildo she put a picture of herself with her legs crossed in a classy, short black dress and high heels. On my forehead, backwards so that it could be read in the mirror, and in lipstick, she wrote "Katie's slut."
Before she left she said, "Now suck this cock while I'm gone like a good cumslut. Look at my picture while you do it so you know who you're doing it for and so you can appreciate that you get to be owned by such a beautiful woman. Watch yourself suck the cock in the mirror so you can be reminded of what you are."
While she walked out the door she added, "No floor humping."
After I heard the door lock I bobbed my head up and down on the cock. I looked at Katie's picture and I looked at my self in the mirror. It was obvious what a slut I am.