Cage [bdsm] [petplay] [breeding] [D/s]

The blindfold makes me nervous, so he puts it on first. It fits snugly, no light seeping through. My heart kicks it up a notch. I look for him with my hand, holding onto his bicep as he secures the tie behind my head. He pats my hand as he removes it. I feel the collar next, smell the leather, his fingertips brushing my throat as it tightens, the metallic ring of the bell and clasp. Once the collar’s on, I can’t speak. I’m his kitten, now, and kitties don’t speak. What was unsettling about the blindfold, the collar fixes; I’m in his hands, and I’m safe there.

I hear the attachment of the leash, and the tug. I keep the line taut enough to know which direction he’s leading me, trusting him to guide my steps. “Four steps down, kitten,” he says. “Four more, kitten.”

Then, “Down.” I kneel smoothly, then lean forward onto my hands. The floor is carpeted. My bell jingles, the leash pulling me forward again, and I continue on my hands and knees. I don’t go far before the leash is removed, followed by a brisk smack on my ass. “Go on in, kitten,” his voice directs, and I hurry to obey.

The bottom of the cage is cold, metal. I know it’s a cage only because I’ve seen it before. He’s put a blanket in here for me, and my hands find a stuffed animal in the corner. The cage is big enough for me to turn around in, but I can’t stand. I pause in the center and I hear the door close behind me, the latch set. A chill runs down my spine.

“Be a good kitten while I’m gone,” he says. I turn slowly, my hands feeling the bars as I go. When I hear him ascend the stairs and close a door between us, I meow after him, but not for long. I know he’ll be back. My stuffed animal—a cat I’ve had since before I can remember—gives me comfort. I curl up in the cage and doze, anticipation of his return building.

I don’t know how long he was gone. I can only say that when the door scraped open, my heart leapt with joy. But I didn’t move at first, cuddling my stuffie. I heard him approach the cage and felt it shift as he used it as leverage to stoop down. “Come here, kitten.” His voice is soft, close. I slowly rise and make a show of stretching, the best I can do in the cage, shaking and jingling my bell. I move closer to the sound of his voice, hands first, then pressing my face against the bars. I felt his fingers on my pouted lips. “Are you thirsty, kitten?” I nodded. The lip of a bottle tips into my mouth, and I drink the water, some of it escaping and running, cold, down my neck.
“Good kitten,” he says. I hear him closing the bottle. “Are you hungry, too?”

I lick my lips. I nod. My fingers clutch the bars before me.

Warm, soft. This is not an offering of food, but my mouth waters. My face is pressed to the cage wall as I open my mouth to receive. His cock slides past my lips, my tongue cradling the length. I close my lips around him as I feel his fingers winding through my hair. He goes slowly, allowing me to taste him, to trace the delicate ridge of the head. I purr with pleasure, feeling him get harder, tasting salty droplets at the back of my throat. He sighs above me, holding my head steady as he pushes further. I open my mouth wider, relaxing my tongue. His soft groan makes me wet.

He pulls away. I whimper, feeling the chill of his absence, and he chuckles softly. I don’t move, listening for him, waiting for a command.

“Turn this way,” he says. I release the bars, shifting so that my body is scrunched between the longer walls. My behind presses against one wall, and my face, the opposite. I hear him moving around. Coming behind me. My breath quickens and my back arches, presenting my pussy. I feel his heat, close, the slight vibration of the cage as he positions himself. “I see you’re still hungry, my kitten. Drooling. Such a greedy little pussy.” I mew plaintively and push even harder back against those cold bars, my thighs splayed, chest low.

He rubs the length of his dick between my lips, impossibly warm, smearing my juices. He pulls back, so slowly, the angle changing so that he catches in my entrance. A small gasp escapes me, but he pushes his cock down to rub against my clit. “So wet,” he comments, ignoring my frantic whimpering. He continued the same motion, sliding up and down my waiting cunt. I was out of my mind. Until finally, at the catch, he shoved inside me, spearing me all at once. I cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain—I assure you, more of the former—as he began to fuck me. His hands yanked the cage with his thrusts, though I could go nowhere even if I’d wanted to.

My toes curl. He fills me so completely. Every thrust sends his cock nestling against the very end of my cunt. The bell on my collar jangles and the cage shakes and rattles with me in it, but I only hear the wet sounds of our copulation, his groans and grunts above me, and my own rising voice. I clench around him, bowing low in my cage, fingers grasping the bars.

He growls, low, slowing his motions. “Going to come for me, little kitten?” he asks. I can only vocalize—kitties don’t speak. But he knows. His voice is deep in his throat, guttural, primal. It makes me shiver. “I’m going to pump you full of my seed, kitten. Do you want that? You want me to cum deep inside your cunt, make you carry my babies?” I whimper. I’m so close. I do want that. Oh, I want it so bad.

The speed picks up again. I’m quieter now, hovering on the edge of an orgasm, but my body needs something—I’m listening, waiting, and there it is. His breath changes, just slightly. Catching. His thrusts become more urgent, shallow, pushing harder against my pussy. The reality of his climax pushes me over the edge. I yowl, pushing back against him, frustrated immediately with the bars and their confinement. My whole body shakes with the force of it, my cunt squeezing and milking his cock, begging to be bred. Of course, I get what I want. With a final violent shove into me, into the cage, I feel his cock swell, and the lava-hot seed spurting deep inside me. It fills me with a pleasure too strong for words. I sag slowly, crumpling to the cage floor, my ass still pinned in the air until he pulls away.

I’m immediately cold when he does, and eternally grateful that the next sound I hear is the sound of the door latch releasing. I feel hands at the back of my head, and then I can see, the light blissfully dim. “Come, kitten,” he says, and I look at him, this beautiful man I trust, and I go to him.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bztdje/cage_bdsm_petplay_breeding_ds