What’s in the box?

The room is quiet now, except for drumming of your pulse in your ears and your excited breathing after everything has been wrung out of you. Your limbs feel heavy. The collar remains snug about your slim neck, leash coiled loosely around mistress Kate’s wrist, a constant reminder of who is in charge. Not you…

Master Mark has left you gaping and dripping onto the sheets, whimpering and shivering at the loss, hips twitching, but Kate’s hand on the back of your neck keeps you still.

“Enough for now,” she says, voice soft but final. “You’re a mess, pet. Time to crate you.”

Your foggy brain takes a second to process. Crate? Master Mark used to have a Great Dane that he would make sleep in a very large dog carrier.

Before you can think on this development further Mistress Kate is already moving, tugging the leash gently, more guiding than commanding. You follow obediently on your hands and knees, thighs slick and trembling, until she stops in front of the large black wire crate tucked against the far wall.

“Inside.” You hesitate. Just a heartbeat. Kate doesn’t raise her voice. She simply shortens the leash until your cheek is pressed to her thigh and her fingers thread through your hair, gripping at the roots. “Behave,” she murmurs. “Or I’ll have to spank you.”

You crawl in, oddly aroused by your new status as their pet.

The crate smells slightly of dog and is padded on the bottom with an old yoga mat and a thin fleece throw. It feels thoughtful, in a cruel and dominating sort of way. You curl onto your side, knees drawn up, trying to make yourself small. Kate throws in a blanket, pillow and a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs. The door clangs shut behind you. Mistress Kate threads a small padlock through the latch. Click.

“Now make yourself comfortable, hand cuff your wrists behind your back and go to sleep you little bitch. The hand cuffs are to stop you from chasing orgasms…” Mistress Kate says. It’s hard to beleive she was once your girlfriend. This new dynamic is so much more skewed in her favour and it’s making your wet. You fumble with the cuffs and do as you are told.

“Good girl…” Mistress Kate says. “Now get some sleep.” She laughs as she climbs into bed with Master Mark. You can see them through the door grate and are **** to watch in envious frustration as Kate climbs atop Mark and they start to fuck.

After they finish they turn off the light and go to sleep, leaving you naked, horny, handcuffed and caged. You eventually fall asleep.