It’s a bit bumpy

The crate was locked in place. For the first time since she woke up late Samantha felt like she could finally think. The crate had a grated front, metal floor, and plastic sides as well as a plastic back the plastic had tiny holes about one inch in diameter every several inches to help with air flow.

She realized she was on all fours naked, collared, and locked in a cage. She did it all so her sister wouldn’t be on vacation alone. She hoped her sister would appreciate her sacrifice and hopefully not tell anyone. Though she imagined her sister didn’t know about the naked and collared part which meant she’d be even more embarrassed upon landing.

*****

Tiffany was sipping a mimosa while reading an in flight magazine. She wondered how her sister was doing. She didn’t imagine she was naked or collared. Her plan was actually going better than she could’ve imagined. It was several steps ahead of where it should be. She just was giggling at the thought of her sister in a cage below deck.

*****

Samantha tried putting her butt down, even though the metal was cold, so she could rest in the all fours position but it ended up making her feel “funny”. The near constant bumps sent vibrations through the floor of the cage and made her nether regions awaken as she felt herself get slightly wet. She raised her ass off the ground to try and avoid any more embarrassment, even though no one could see her. As far as she could tell there weren’t even any other pets down here. ‘I just meant pets, not other pets, i’m not a pet’ she thought to herself.

The heat of the cabin didn’t reach the cargo hold so she was quite cold. She hugged herself for warmth. She tried rolling over and laying on her back, crouching, and the all fours position but all of these positions were uncomfortable and didn’t help. Then the collar felt too tight. She couldn’t relax. She wondered if it was anxiety based around what she’d put herself through.

She realized she left her clothes on the floor the lobby. She’d almost certainly lost them for life. Her wallet would be gone. She didn’t do well under pressure and when it came to crunch time she often panicked. That and her sense of obligation to do the right thing often led to self sacrificing behavior but she’d never gone this far.

She moved into the seated position even though she knew it would be stimulating to her genitals. She felt like saying genitals made it feel more scientific or medical and less embarrassing. In this position she was able to grab the collar and try to give her neck some room but it was too tight. She also remembered it beeped when she put it on and was called a “control collar” so there were likely other features besides it being a simple neck accessory.

She felt the vibration like a pulse going through her pussy. She was getting wetter. She wondered if it was even worth stopping. She was alone, stressed out, and needed something to calm down. A good orgasm might help all of that. She shuddered; embarrassed to even think those thoughts and lifted her ass off the ground. She felt slightly frustrated and juices ran down the inside of her thighs.

She didn’t have any entertainment or distractions, it was just her naked, trapped physically in the cage and mentally in her thoughts. She started fiddling with the collar again. It just felt too tight around her neck. She wanted to scream in frustration or even for help but no one could hear her down there. As she fiddled she once again found her privates resting on the slowly vibrating floor of the cold metal cage. She almost laughed at the thought of calling them privates after stripping in front of at least a dozen strangers. She really did need to relax and the vibrations were not unpleasant.