The Cage Pt. 02

Laura walked down the hallway at George's restaurant towards his office. She stopped in front of the closed door and stared down the hallway at the closed door at the end of the hall. Thoughts of disgust, intrigue, fear, and other emotions went through Laura as she stared at that door that led to another world that Laura had never seen before just the other day. Laura's thoughts flashed back to the image of Joan in that cage, naked. And her thoughts also flashed back to her dreams the past two nights.

Finally, Laura pulled herself out of her stupor. She felt her legs shaking just a little as she knocked on George's door.

"Come in."

Laura opened the door and stepped into the office. George was seated at his desk reading a paper intently. He raised his finger to silently ask for a moment. Laura stood silently.

After several moments, George raised his eyes up off the paper and met Laura's eyes. "Ah, thank you so much for taking the time to bring those to me, Laura. I'm sorry I was unable to come to your office to sign them. Please, bring them over."

Laura responded as she walked up to his desk, "That's quite ok, Mr. Standing. I do it quite frequently for other clients." Laura took the tax forms out of her brief case and laid them before George.

Laura sat in a chair in front of George's desk where he had indicated with his hand. She smoothed down the front of her dress which hit just at her knee caps. George smiled as she sat and he watched her smooth down her dress. Then he picked up the forms and began looking through them.

After a careful examination, he lifted up his pen and signed the various forms and then handed them back to Laura who quickly checked to be sure he had signed in every place required.

"Thank you, Laura. Very well done." He smiled at her and she returned the normal responses.

Then he spoke again, "Before you go, I have a question for you regarding next year's taxes." Laura smiled and nodded as she sat back into her seat.

"I have several women who participate in our entertainment downstairs. All of them do so of their own complete free will and I do not pay them. They fully participate to be equally entertained, if you know what I mean."

George looked into Laura's eyes for understanding. "Yes, I know what you mean, Mr. Standing. I don't understand why they do it, but I accept that they do. What has the got to do with next year's taxes?"

"Well it occurred to me that I have not been carrying the added insurance coverage for the activities down in the chamber, as we call it. I need to know if the premiums are also tax deductible, given that no one is an employee of mine."

"Oh yes, of course, Mr. Standing. Itr is still for a business venture."

"Please call me George, Laura," George offered to her. "Good, thank you."

"You're welcome, ...George." Laura responded. The familiar use of his first name jolted Laura in a strange way and she suddenly had a flash again of her dream from last night. Laura was keenly aware suddenly of a tingling in her pussy.

Laura did not know what possessed her to then state, "I still don't understand how those women can do such things. It is totally against my upbringing and sense of self." The statement was directed to George and yet in a strange way, Laura simply heard her words exit her mouth in a self-wondering kind of way.

George sat silently and looked intently into Laura's eyes. Then, George lept from his chair and almost rushed towards his office door. "Follow me, Laura. Perhaps I can help explain this to you."

George continued without waiting, out the door and down the hallway. Laura paused a moment and then got up and followed him. She caught up to him just as he finished unlocking the door into the chamber. "Let me show you something, Laura," George said to her.

Laura followed George down the stairs. The door remained unlocked up above them. George led Laura to the stage area and hear the cage that was at the center of it

"Laura, would you like to try this out for yourself? Completely clothed of course," he quickly added. "You are completely safe with me and all you need to do is utter the word 'taxes' and I will immediately release you from any distress you are experiencing."

Laura stared at him in disbelief. "Of course not!" She said sternly. She turned to leave.

"Don't you want to feel what it's like to not have control of yourself? To be restrained and at someone else's mercy?" George's voice was reassuring in tone.

"Why would I want to do that?" Laura asked as she turned back around.

"Don't you have a little curiosity about it, Laura?" George asked her back.

Laura could not deny to herself that certainly she did have a strange curiosity about it. She stood transfixed to the spot and began an inward debate. George let her wrestle it over in her mind for ten or fifteen seconds.

"I give you my word you are completely safe to just find out for yourself what it might feel like to have your body restrained. I will only hold you for a minute or two and then release you."

Laura's curiosity was winning out in her head as she thought about this offer. "I don't know how this would answer my question," she said. She was unaware of a dull ache in her loins, but still it was there. At the same time her curiosity about being restrained - nothing else, nothing sexual - grew in her mind.

"You promise I will be safe?" She heard herself ask him.

"I give you my word," George stated, sounding completely trustworthy.

Laura nodded her consent. Only Laura's subconscious recognized that it was indeed, consent.

George smiled. This will be easy. "Ok, take off your shoes, it will be more comfortable that way."

Laura bent down and took her slingback heels off and then looked at George, more expectantly than she wanted to admit.

"Good. Good," said George. "Now just crawl into the cage backwards.

Laura did exactly as he instructed her. I euphoric feeling ran through Laura unexpectedly. She was surprised by it but also sort of put into a trance because of it.

George got on his hands and knees and began buckling Laura's ankles. Next he did the strap around her waist and then the buckles on her wrists. It did not escape George's eyes that Laura's ass, decently covered by her skirt was indeed very sexy. He said nothing though.

"Everything ok?" He asked Laura.

Laura turned and looked at him and said, "yes, I'm fine." A small smile even crossed her face. Inside a different turmoil was gripping Laura though. She could feel the sexual arousal returning and her thoughts were constantly dashing back to her vivid dream.

"Good," said George. He had left the straps for her thighs until last, on purpose. First Laura was well restrained now so couldn't fight back if she wanted to. Second, George knew the touch would be more intimate now.

He pulled Laura's skirt up her thigh just enough to fit the first strap around it. She was not indecently exposed in any way.

But Laura tensed at the touch of his hands on her thigh, both on the outside and the inside. George did not linger though. He fastened the strap efficiently. He then fastened the second strap to her other thigh.

Laura was breathing deeper now. George's hands touching her, especially on the inside of her thighs, had been arousing. Laura could actually feel a strong tingle in her pussy.

"All ok, Laura," asked George again. Laura turned her head, not smiling at all and just nodded her head. In actuality, there was a certain smolder to her gaze back at George.

George then stood and pushed the button and Laura was suddenly drawn up tight in her bindings. Laura did not realize it immediately; but, when her thighs were pulled apart, her skirt rode up higher on her butt. From a low angle she was somewhat indecent now.

Laura gasped at the strength of the binding and she knew without even trying them that she was securely bound and helpless. The feeling of her thighs being drawn apart was also humiliating to her as she did realize the position was indecent even if she didn't know her skirt was not covering her completely.

But the feeling that was most prominent to Laura was the height of her sexual arousal now. Laura felt alive and on fire all at once.

"Is everything ok," George asked at the same time all these feelings were building in Laura. "Nothing hurts or is uncomfortable?"

Laura replied. "Yes fine, thanks." In truth there were many facets to the uncomfortable feeling Laura had. Her restrained position was in fact not totally comfortable, although most decidedly endurable. The feeling of sexual arousal was also uncomfortable to Laura and she wondered to herself why she was feeling it.

"Good. Can you feel the lack of control you have? Your helplessness?" George asked her.

"Yes, I can. It is quite disconcerting actually." Laura spoke the truth without revealing that her sexual arousal was the most disconcerting of all.

George chuckled. "Yes it is."

George then knelt down in front of Laura so he could speak with her face to face.

"You realize I can do utterly anything to you I want to do?" He looked her in the eyes. "I could touch you anywhere. I could make your body utterly betray you and you would be helpless to stop me."

Laura looked him back in the eyes and the lust she saw there stirred her even more. But, then she smile half triumphantly. "Or I could say the word that starts with a 'T'," She said.

"Yes, of course and you have my word on that," replied George with a half smirk on his face.

George was not ignorant at all of the fact that Laura had not yet actually used the safe word, nor even asked in plain language to now be released. George rose to his feet and walked slowly all the way around the cage, paused in front of Laura again and then began a second circuit.

George was giving Laura a tiny bit of time to continue to contemplate her situation. He knew this was a delicate timing. Not enough time and she wouldn't be as prime for the next step. Too much time and she might decide to stop.

Coming to a stop behind Laura, George looked down on her ass and he rubbed the front of his pants briefly.

Laura listened to George walking around her and stared at his shoes when he paused in front of her. Her arousal had reached a plateau. It was not increasing or decreasing. She just tingled as the solidness of her restraint became locked as true in her mind.

Laura suddenly tensed and her body instinctively tried to pull away as George, having reached the position behind her again, crouched down and ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, not stopping until he had pressed it firmly against the crotch of her panties.

"NO! I didn't say you could do that," Laura found her voice to protest.

George rubbed Laura's pussy, pressing her panties into her sex. He was not disappointed in finding that her panties were in fact quite wet. "You didn't say I couldn't either," George said back to her as he rubbed her pussy more and pulled the leg band aside to slip his finger directly into her naked slit.

"Please. Don't." Laura begged with sincerity in her voice. She felt a sexual jolt run through her body as his finger touched her clit.

"Don't. Let me go," she continued to protest as his finger slipped backwards from her clit and then he pushed forward again, two fingers easily penetrating her lubricated vagina.

"Please...nooooo." An orgasm crashed through Laura as she pleaded for him to stop. She panted through it stifling any moans and yet not being able to stop a small squeak from escaping her throat.

"Don't. Don't," she protested again as George kept masturbating her with his hand. He moved quickly, touching all of her spots. He felt her tensing up for a second orgasm and brought her right to the brink of it, then suddenly stopped and withdrew his hand.

"Ok, ok, so you want me to stop?" he taunted her.

Laura felt her second orgasm building and her hips involuntarily moved to fuck back against his hand despite her brain trying to control herself. The orgasm crested in her and then he suddenly withdrew.

"No, no." she said. Her hip fucked her pussy back into the empty air searching for that invading body, wanting it again. George pushed his hand back against her pussy and rubbed her clit for less than a second and then withdrew again.

Laura's body jolted at his touch and then despaired that he retreated again so quickly.

"No, no, don't stop. oh god please keep going." Laura was horrified at the words coming out of her own throat. She was a church going, married Christian woman. This was totally, utterly wrong.

George wasted no time now, returning his hand to her pussy and masterfully masturbating her through an intense, draining orgasm. He kept her cumming and cumming until he sensed her finished release.

Laura slumped against her restraints gulping air, unable to speak or move.

"Taxes." Laura was still gulping for air when her shame set in. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over to run down her cheeks. Her next breath became a quiet sob as she heard the winch whir and her restraints relaxed. She felt the straps around her thighs being loosened by George and her humiliation set in even deeper feeling this man's hands on her naked inner thighs. She wept silently as she tried to be patient with the necessary process of having her restraints taken off.

The straps around her thighs were gone now and George next unbuckled the strap around her waist. She suddenly felt a cloth wiping on the inside of her thigh and she jerked forward at the surprising touch. The cage still provided nowhere for her to retreat and so she resigned herself as she realized George was wiping away her cum running down her legs. He also wiped away the majority of her bodily shame that coated her pussy and she sighed a minor relief as George pulled her panties back into place.

George unclasped her ankles and then her wrists and opened the door of the cage. Laura was finally free again. She quickly crawled from the cage and stood up shaking on her legs. She could not bring herself to look at George as she scooped up her shoes and bolted. As she raced up the spiral stairs it registered in her mind that she saw Joan sitting in a chair about halfway between the stairs and the stage. Laura continued quickly down the hallway seeking the final freedom of being outside of the building and in her own car.

"That was the hottest performance I have ever seen in the cage," exclaimed Joan as she rose from her chair and walked to the stage. She pulled at the hem of her skirt, raising it above her hips and tearing her panties down and off as she laid herself over a padded horse, her sex swollen and displayed from behind to George. "Please, fuck me quick."

Laura sat in her car and wept at her shame. How could she have let Mr. Standing do that to her? Why didn't she say the safe word? She tried to convince herself that she was too excited to think clearly enough to use it. But she couldn't. She vividly remembered the safe word going through her head the whole time she was shouting NO. She remembered that she could not bring herself to use it because of her sudden sexual drive. She was only able to collect her wits after coming down from her orgasm.

Finally, Laura started her car. She wanted desperately to go straight home and shower her shame away; but, she had collected her thoughts enough to remember she had an appointment with another client at 3:30. It was already 2:45. She had enough time to get back to the office and refresh her memory of her client's taxes.

As Laura settled into her chair at her desk, she got a whiff of her sex wafting up from under her skirt. She blushed, hoping Mr. Woods would not notice it when he arrived. Mr. Woods arrived and Laura talked through all the point of his taxes with him. While she managed to focus on the task, her mind kept playing over and over what had happened to her. How could she ever look at Mr. Standing again next year when he had to have his taxes done?

Finally, Laura finished with Mr. Woods. She sat at her desk lost in her thoughts after he left. Then her phone rang.

"Oh, hi honey," Laura said into the phone at her husband. "Yes, just finished with my last client. Grabbing my purse now. See you at home in a few minutes.

Laura managed to settle into her usual routine at home. She fixed dinner for her family, did the dishes and other chores. The thoughts of her afternoon returned as she climbed into a hot shower. The water felt soothing and she found some solace in washing away her earlier arousal. She settled into bed next to Bill and kissed him. She meant to stay up with him and watch TV but uncharacteristically, as soon as she set her head on the pillow, she fell into a deep sleep. The mental exertion of the day had worn her out thoroughly.

Laura woke the next morning feeling better. She hurried through her morning tasks and ran out the door with her kids a bit late getting them to school. She had hardly had time to say good morning to Bill and kiss him before she left.

As Laura settled in at work her mind again turned to yesterday and that is when she first remembered fragments of the dream she had during the night. In her dream, Mr. Standing was coercing her into the cage. She was resisting and insisting that she would not do that again. And in her dream, she finally uttered the safe word "taxes."

Laura tried to concentrate on her work and managed to make decent progress even though her mind kept going over what happened yesterday.

Finally, Laura got up and left the office, telling her coworkers she would be back after lunch. Laura had to regain her sense of dignity and renounce what had happened yesterday. She found herself pulling into the parking lot of Mr. Standing's restaurant wondering to herself if this the right thing to do, but certain it was.

Laura knocked on Mr. Standing's office door and opened it when he bid her come in. George look up from his desk surprised Laura had returned today. He started to ask her what she needed but she cut him off.

"Mr. Standing. I am so humiliated from yesterday. I was not myself and that is not something I do. I needed to tell you that I would never let that happen to me again. I needed to make sure you understood not to expect I would somehow repeat yesterday, ever."

George stood up behind his desk and looked into Laura's eyes with a gentle seriousness. "I understand, Laura. I had no other expectation. But I am surprised you are here today to tell me this news. I feared you would never be back her to do my taxes again."

Laura smiled a thin smile back at George. "Thank you for understanding."

George cut Laura off this time. "But, Laura, you are wrong in one respect."

"How so?" Laura asked him back.

"You said you would never let that happen to you again, Laura." George continued to look deeply into Laura's eyes.

"I wouldn't," Laura quickly shot at him.

"Yes you will Laura." George said as a matter of fact.

"I'm leaving," Laura said and began to turn.

"Your pussy needed to cum yesterday, Laura."

Laura felt her religious revulsion at the coarse language stiffen her neck muscles. She turned back to George feeling a surge of anger.

"No it didn't. Don't ever talk to me like that again." Laura shot at George.

George continued, "Laura, you didn't stop me, you said stop but you didn't use your safe word and you know it was intentional to not use it. You felt a decided need to continue what was happening to you."

Laura tried to interrupt him but he kept talking. "Your mind is telling you right now that you didn't enjoy it and it was wrong; but, Laura, you know that isn't true, don't you? You didn't stop it because you needed it. Your body craved the sexual release that was at hand. And even now, you are telling yourself that you were restrained. You couldn't do anything to stop it and it's not your fault."