My Cage, A poem by Dee

My Cage

i long for the day Master takes my hand and leads me to my cage.

i can see the cage in my mind, and every time i fantasize about my cage i get so very wet and i begin to throb longing with everything within me to be put in my cage by Master.

Master says He'll blindfold me and put me in handcuffs in my cage. Why does this turn me on so much? i think it is the idea that Master will have complete control and say as to what happens to HIs slave.

He says He will decide how long His pet will stay in my cage and what He'll do to His pet while i am in my cage.

Master already has this Authority before putting me in my cage but the act of putting me into my cage restrains me in a different way.

My cage is a safe place for me to dwell.

A place where Master has me go to think about things.

My cage is a place where Master plays with me or has me play with myself when allowed.

The metal of the cage that surrounds me is an expression of Master's love for His pet.

i am safe in my cage, taken care of, nurtured, and punished as Master see's fit.

Master loves to put HIs slave in her cage, locking me in my cage brings pleasure to Master. i willingly go to my cage for Master since it brings Him such joy and it is my ultimate goal to please Master in everything, so i delight in all the time spent locked up in my cage as my Master's slave.