Today is the first day of the semester for my favorite professor. I can tell because there is a little bit more food in my bowl and not so much lint near the edges of my cage. I’ve been in this cage for many weeks now. My skin has started to conform to the bars since I can barely move. No one knows I’m here since there is a heavy blanket around the cage so no smell can get out. I can’t speak as the professor has surgically removed my vocal chords. I use a bucket to relieve myself.
Twice a week we get to go on an adventure. I being of small stature, am placed inside a tote bag. Then we take a ride to an abandoned house. Gives me a chance to stretch my legs. The professor has designed a special mount to tie me down. I mentioned my skin conforming to the bars, often the clamps that hold me down cut into my deformed skin.
Since I have been in the darkness for so long, I can barely see. In fact sunlight is so blinding to me I wear a blindfold for the most part, to not be in agony. I love the professor though, I want to please him, so he may reward me. I love being reduced to nothing more than a barely alive fuckhole.
Before we start, he usually gives me a sedative so that I can feel less pain and feel more pleasure. The professor likes to use some black market drugs to get him going. We’ll be fucking for hours. He actually uses my own blood a lube since apparently he’s allergic to KY jelly.
Lately he’s been experimenting, he wants to achieve grafting animal parts to my body. He’s been trying to graft a pig vagina to my side so he can experience what that is like. Unfortunately the flesh keeps being rejected so inevitably it rots away.
As the drugs kick in I feel the loss of function in both of my legs, I can’t support my own weight anymore, the mount keeps me up. He likes to put salt on his cock so it makes me involuntarily squeeze my inner vaginal walls, gives more resistance for him to push into.
Eventually we are done and it’s time to go back to my cage. Today he bought me a scented candle to put in my cage, it can’t be lit but I like the smell of it. It’s so dark and the only way I can tell time is when his class resumes. I just sit under his podium/desk stand listening/waiting for our times to go outside.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pilpd5/a_good_day_cage_horror