Argh.

What is it with submissive men and cages? Why do a lot of them want to be caged all the time?

“Oy, you, do the dishes and then I’ll beat you up.”

“No. I want to stay in the cage.”

“O rly? How about I electrify it and see how long you’ll stay in it then.”

Cheeky men; gotta love em.

But there are men who do want that for real. At least, I think they do when they try to send me their lists of requirements. Excuse me but who’s in charge here? Me or them? Oh, silly me, I forgot, it’s them because it’s their fantasy. If they want to stay in that cage then that’s fine by me. I’ll just go off and do something that doesn’t involve staring at some twat in a cage. Like having fun for instance. Or getting out some Old Who.

But not all want to be just left alone; some, like Charlie, woul get stuffed in one and then be tortured to hell and back. Things poked at him. Substances poured on him. Getting wound up and humiliated that I’m doing it to him. And sometimes when it’s time to let him out I become afraid because it’s akin to letting a rather angry lion out. I want to run and hide but I don’t. It’s mostly because I love seeing the state he’s in. I love seeing if he’ll switch and turn on me or be very spaced. You never know with a switch.