**Chapter Two**
I was locked in the cage for two hours in total. No attention was paid towards me besides a few offhand comments about some judge, and the post office. I was pretty much ignored the whole time. And because of that, when Michelle unlocked the cage and left me with my clothes I had nothing to say.
I was turned on to the extreme, my cock dripped onto the bag as I struggled to find a comfortable way to rest in the cage. Anytime I shifted my weight too much and caused the cage to rattle it was met with a “shhh” or a “What’cha doing in there?”, neither of which I responded to other than to quiet down. Mostly I tried to comprehend what exactly the dynamic was at this point. Should I bark and whimper? Should I ask questions as to what she expects? I resided myself to worrying about this later and enjoying it for what it was and what it could possibly be. If this was simply *punishment* for having a late rent check (even though it was an honest oversight) than I have quite the story, and quite the quirky attorney landlord. Plus, I couldn’t be blamed for pushing the issue more. If this was something she was into and I guessed right, then the sky’s the limit. I wondered if she left the cage out on purpose and I fell right into her trap. All this time I thought I was being cute and throwing out feelers. Was she just smirking as she sat in her office, or chatted with her husband?