Thank the gods for Spring Break! A couple of days without academic distractions, coupled with a bit of creative parenting, and this could be the start of some real fun. Earlier today, I pulled the dog cage out of the closet and had it assembled in no time, I'm getting really good at putting it together quickly.
When my pet returned from an errand, we had a quick bite for lunch, and into the cage she went, naked of course. She had no idea how long she was going to be in it, even I didn't have a specific time in mind. A sheet over the top separated her from the world outside the cage and kept the boy from seeing mommy in such a vulnerable, and difficult to explain, position.
My slave remained caged for nearly three hours before our dinner plan for the evening required her release. Three hours of relative quite, peace, and reflection, with occasional ordered orgasms and impacts upon the cage bars, just to rattle her a little. You should have seen her eyes, dilated almost as wide as her iris and a cunt so wet her thighs were moist. Once out, she knelt, legs spread wide like the little slut slave she is and she kissed my foot, thanking me. I hadn't felt that right in a while now.
Best part is, the cage will remain set up for the rest of Spring Break and available at a moment's notice to lock her away. What better way to ensure that a slave knows just how owned and controlled she is than to be locked away in a small cage for hours on her Master's whim?...