“He Said ‘Let’s Cuddle’… Then Threw Me in the Cage”
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Earlier this week was one of those non-stop, soul-draining days at the office. I woke up tired and spent the whole day in meetings, calls, and dealing with everyone else’s problems. By mid-afternoon, I texted Declan saying I couldn’t wait to get home, relax, watch a movie, and cuddle in his arms.
He simply replied:
“Yes, let’s do that, babe.”
That message kept me going. I left work, stopped to grab dinner, and finally walked through the door thinking I was about to have a quiet night.
I put the food down, took off my shoes, and went into the living room to greet my boyfriend. Like I do every single day, I dropped to my knees in front of him without even thinking. It’s second nature now, I kneel, remove his socks, and start kissing his feet. The smell of his workday hit me instantly, a mix of leather, sweat, and warmth. My tongue traced over the tops of his feet, across the arches, and down to the soles.
I could taste the salt and feel the roughness of his skin as I sucked each toe slowly, one by one, while my tongue circled between them. His toes flexed a few times, little signs that he liked it, but he didn’t say a word. He just leaned back, watching his show, occasionally glancing down to make sure I was still at work.
After about twenty minutes, my jaw was starting to ache, and I tried to shift or stand up. That’s when I felt it, his hand suddenly grabbing a fistful of my hair.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going? Mouth back on my toes and shut up.”
My breath caught. That tone hit hard.
Without another word, I went right back to it, licking, sucking, and massaging his feet in silence. The only sounds were the TV and the wet sounds coming from my mouth. I stayed there for another thirty minutes, completely ignored, existing only as his footrest and toy.
Eventually, he said casually,
“Go get me a drink.”
When I got up, my knees cracked. I went to the kitchen, made his drink, and took it to him. He didn’t even look up, just took it from my hand, and I quietly walked to the bedroom to change out of my dress clothes.
I was unbuttoning my shirt when he suddenly appeared in the doorway. He didn’t smile.
“In the cage. Now. Don’t make me repeat it.”
I froze.
My heart dropped because I had no idea what was coming. I really thought we were going to cuddle.
But his expression told me otherwise, this was serious.
As I crawled into the cage, he followed me in with a few items. My stomach turned when I saw what they were: cuffs, a hood, shackles, and a gag.
He said, almost casually:
“A guy named Anthony, the one who paid to extend your chastity for another month, also bought a punishment from my throne. You might not like it, but it is what it is.”
Then he listed what was requested:
👀 Hooded
👀 Gagged
👀 Kneeling
👀 Balls cuffed to the jail cell
👀 Hands handcuffed
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He placed the hood over my head, muffling everything. I could barely see or hear. My wrists were cuffed in front of me to the cage, my knees pressed into the floor, and my balls were cuffed through the bars so I couldn’t move more than a few inches. Then he shackled my ankles and looped the chain through the bars, forcing my legs backward until I was completely locked in place, kneeling, bent forward, my face pressed near the bars, unable to move, my breath echoing inside the hood.
I heard him step back and say quietly, almost amused,
“That’s better.”
Time became meaningless. I had no idea how long I’d been restrained. Every sound felt amplified, his footsteps, the TV in the background, even the sound of him pouring a drink somewhere nearby.
Every now and then he’d come over and tease me, tugging at my balls or giving them a quick slap before walking away again.
Then suddenly I felt something cold. A hand spreading something across my balls.
And then it hit.
🔥 A535 cream.
The burn was instant, a deep, searing pain that made me gasp into the gag. I tried to pull back, but the cuffs held me tight. My entire body shook. It was unbearable, and he knew it. I could hear him laughing softly as he walked away.
That hour felt endless.
At times I tried to fight it, other times I just gave up and knelt there shaking and sweating, drooling into the gag while the burn consumed me.
Eventually, I heard another sound, one that didn’t make sense at first. A second voice. A quiet moan.
Declan wasn’t alone.
Through the hood I could hear him, the sound of his belt, the deep grunts, the rhythm.
He was getting a blowjob.
Someone else was on their knees, servicing him while I was caged and burning.
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He came hard, I heard it, I felt the tone in his voice change when he finished.
But I wasn’t allowed to see who it was.
When he finally removed the hood and cuffs later that night, he just smiled down at me and said,
“You’ll find out eventually.”
Two days before, I learned that I’ll be participating in No Nut November, and that more punishments are already lined up.
That’s my life.
The life of a slave boyfriend, owned, used, and kept locked for the man I love. 🖤
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