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“While I’m gone, you are not allowed to touch your pretty little pussy, no matter how desperately you want to orgasm. Your pleasure is mine to give, my pet, and if you take it without permission, I will not hesitate to punish you even if your bottom is bright red and sore inside and out,” he warned.
His denial cut through me like a knife and I blushed hard.
“Did you think I hadn’t noticed your soaking wet little pussy, kitten?” he asked. My eyes dropped to his thigh and I keened in shame, seeing just how large of a wet spot I’d left behind. He dragged his fingers along it, and I flushed even deeper.
“No, sir,” I shivered in harsh arousal.
“Lie down and get some rest, kitten. I will return for you in a little while. Be an obedient little kitten and I might just decide to reward you later,” he offered. I watched him walk away and shut the door behind him. I expected silence, but the soft beats of a song began to play. The words were soothing and trance-like and for a while, I tried to focus on that rather than the intense feelings of desire swirling through me like wildfire.
The cage was quite large and the perfect size for me. I could stretch out my legs and snuggle in the soft pillows. There was even a plush blanket that felt so incredibly luxurious against my naked skin that I couldn’t help but curl up with it surrounding me.
For a while, I tried to sleep, but I was so very sore. My bottom hole ached, still so full of the metal plug attached to my tail. My backside still burned, and I hesitantly reached back to touch it. It was blazing hot and I almost wished that I could see just how bright red it was. Tentatively, I traced my fingers along my punished flesh as the image of my spanking flashed before my eyes. I imagined myself bare as he directed me over his knees. I gasped when I recalled how he’d spread my bottom and pushed in the plug even though I had protested, and I squeezed my naked cheeks hard as I thought about his cruel punishing paddle smacking my backside over and over until I had lain over his knees, sore and sobbing.
My nipples peaked hard. My clit throbbed, begging for touch.
With a heavy swallow, I glanced to the door. I heard nothing but the gentle beat of the music. For a while longer, I just listened. There was no sign of him. Anxiously, I licked my lips and tried to remain obedient.
I was so needy. I wanted to come so badly and when he had said the words that my pleasure was forbidden, it made it that much worse. My entire body pulsed with sensation and the only thing that mattered was the throbbing little bud in between my thighs.
I looked at the door again.
Hesitantly, my hand started to move from caressing my scalded backside to along my inner thighs until I grew brave enough to venture in between my soaked folds.
My clit was so hard.
I couldn’t help myself. With a sigh of pleasure, I lay back and circled my needy bud. I was so wet that I didn’t need any sort of lubricant at all. A quiet moan escaped my lips and I shuddered hard with desire. I grew hot enough that I threw the blanket off of me and I worked my hand between my thighs even more fervently.
I was so close.
The sound of the door opening behind me poured over me like a bucket of icy water.
I froze.
He tsked under his breath in disappointment and I gathered myself enough to jerk my hand away from the juncture of my thighs as if it could help the fact that he’d caught me touching myself after he’d strictly forbidden it.
“Kitten, I told you that you weren’t allowed to give yourself pleasure, didn’t I?” he asked calmly, which was almost worse than if he’d raised his voice at me with anger.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, unable to cover up the sound of my fear.
He was cool and collected as he walked over to the wooden armoire. He opened it in complete silence, and I was able to catch a glimpse of what was inside. A multitude of various straps hung from hooks along the back, along with a collection of canes, crops, and other various wooden implements that made my pussy clench tight.
He turned in such a way that I couldn’t see what he reached for. Leisurely, he put a few things in his pockets and turned back to face me. The look on his face was dark and I couldn’t help but crawl backwards in the cage a bit in fear. I couldn’t bear to meet the challenge in his eyes, so I dropped my gaze and noticed that he was holding a furry pair of leather cuffs in his hands. I gulped anxiously.
“Put your hands to the side of the cage,” he instructed. As soon as he spoke, I knew there wasn’t even the slightest bit of leeway in his tone. He meant business. I had directly disobeyed his instructions and I was going to pay dearly for it.
I obeyed.
He slipped the cuffs in between the bars and swiftly bound me inside the leather restraints. Once I was bound, he circled around to the door of the cage, kneeling down and pulled my body toward him. With my hands over my head, I couldn’t defend myself as he placed his hand over my aching pussy.
“Do you get to touch this without permission, kitten?” he asked.
My entire body tensed.
“No, sir,” I replied, my voice barely audible.
“Not only was your bad girl tail not enough of a reminder to obey your master, but you were just paddled over my knee, kitten. But that wasn’t enough for you, was it? You need so much more, don’t you, my pet?” he pressed.
I shivered hard and my inner walls tightened with desire.
