Page 15 of Caging Cessie (Submissives of Rawhide Ranch #20)

The cage door was open.

That was the first thing Cessie saw when Leon removed the hood. He’d brought her into the cage and turned her around so she was inside, but facing the open cage door, his large, warm body at her back.

He didn’t touch her or speak to her, though he was standing close enough she could feel his presence. She didn’t know if it was a test or if he was giving her space to decide if she wanted to walk out that open door.

It was a relief not to have the hood on. On a surface level, being in the cage was less restrictive. She could see what was going on, and though there wasn’t a huge amount of walking around room, there was a nice big bed.

On the other hand, with the hood on she could, in theory, go anywhere in the cabin. She just might need some help.

He placed no restrictions on her body posture or actions while wearing the hood. She didn't think it would be that way inside the cage.

Cessie took a quick step, the bells chiming wildly. She reached out, grabbed the cage door and pulled it closed. It closed with a click, locking them both inside.

His hands came around her from behind, fingers spread over her abdomen. He kissed her shoulder.

“It would be kind of funny if I told you that I didn't have the keys with me.”

Cessie spun. “It auto locks?” Her voice rose. “And you don't have the keys?”

Leon’s lips twitched and his eyes sparkled. “I can open it.”

“You butthead.”

He laughed at the mild rebuke.

“My dramatic gesture almost turned into a farce.”

“It was a good gesture. In fact...” He tugged gently on the nipple clamps, and she arched her back, offering up her breasts. “Knowing that you’ll willingly be my captive makes it very hard not to simply bend you over the bed and fuck you.”

“I think you should bend me over the bed,” she breathed. “Fuck me. Use me.”

“I intend to. Spread your legs.”

Eagerly, she stepped wide. Leon’s hand slid down to her sex, parting her labia.

He dipped his finger into the well of arousal fluid at her entrance and smoothed it up to her clit, coating the sensitive nub.

Her clit had gotten no stimulation today.

Last night it had been the three quick strokes before the hard stimulation of the spanker.

“Sore?” His middle finger circled her clit with the steady gentle pressure he knew she needed.

“No, I—oh god, Leon. I’m, I’m?—”

“Edge?”

“Edge,” she whimpered.

He always liked to know when she was about to come. It wasn’t that she needed his permission, as she told him when they first started sceneing together that sometimes focusing on asking for permission killed her orgasm, even if the Dom didn’t mean it too.

Leon pulled his hand away from her sex.

Cessie’s hips jerked, almost humping the air, as her body desperately sought the stimulation it needed to bring her to orgasm.

“Master?” she whimpered.

“No, baby. Not yet.”

A whining noise vibrated low in her throat. She’d been so close, and now the desperation was worse than ever. She felt almost incomplete, so great was her need to be filled and fucked.

Leon moved away, and she turned to watch him. The bells on her wrists chimed as she folded her arms across her stomach. Without looking at her, Leon said, “Don’t touch yourself, Cessie.”

She unfolded her arms, the reality of how the bells would alert him to almost any move she made finally sinking in.

Leon placed a narrow board in the center of the bed.

About three feet long and one foot wide, the clear Lucite board had a slick-looking surface.

She studied it for a moment, trying to figure out what it was for.

Then Leon pulled an absurdly long dildo out of his kit and stuck it to the board.

The dildo was black and not too fat, but about eighteen inches long. It bobbed in the air, the base securely suctioned to the plank on the bed.

Leon circled back to the foot of the bed where she stood. He brushed her hair away from her neck and kissed the spot under her ear.

“What do you think I’m going to have you do with that?”

Before she could answer, he moved away letting himself out of the cage. The lock clicked twice. Once when he opened the door, then again when he locked her in.

His voice was deep and calm, the perfect Dom voice. “When you're in the cage alone, everything you do requires my permission or approval.”

“Everything?”

“Yes. Everything. If you want to get in bed and take a nap, you ask. If you want to read a book, you ask. If you’re cold and want to cover up with a blanket, you ask.”

Cessie turned to watch him as he sank into the armchair facing the cage. He lounged like a king surveying his new acquisition.

“When you're in the cage, either alone or with me, you will be naked at all times.

Your legs should always be spread to give me easy access to your pussy—touching or viewing.

You should be mentally ready to get fucked in any of your pretty holes at any time.

If I want to use you, I'll make sure whatever hole I'm planning to fuck is physically ready, but you should be mentally ready.”

Submission rolled down her as if someone had poured warm molasses on her head and it was slowly coating her body.

She spread her legs, until one foot was against the solid bed frame, the other against the base of the bars. “Yes, Master.”

“The first thing I want you to do is adjust the jesses on your wrists. Loosen them and then put them midway down your forearm.”

Quickly, she did what he commanded, her need to obey—and to fuck that dildo—urging her on. She loosened each jess and slid it up, and then made them snug but not tight with a few tugs on the dangling line. The bells chimed as she worked.

“Get up on the bed. Straddle the board, but don’t go near the dildo yet.”

Again, she obeyed, making sure she was facing the foot of the bed, and him, as she got into position.

“You’re going to ride that dildo. I want you to first focus on taking it as deep as you can.

Tell me when you feel stuffed full of cock.

” He all but growled the words. Behind him she could see the night forest out the window, and he looked like a creature that belonged out there—dangerous and intense, his eyes locked on her like she was prey.

“When I give you permission, you can fuck yourself on the dildo. Fuck yourself as slow or fast as you want.”

She waited, breathing fast and shallow, waiting for the catch.

“But you can’t come. You can’t touch yourself, and if you think you’re close to an orgasm from penetration only, because we know you’ve had one or two of those in the past, you say ‘edge’ and stop.”

She groaned, nails digging into her own thighs.

“Shift forward until you’re on top of the dildo.”

She shuffled forward on the mattress. The dildo was listing to the side and the tip bumped her thigh.

“Use one hand to put the tip at your entrance. Other hand on your head.”

Her right hand gripped the dildo several inches down from the tip. She tried to get it into place without stimulating herself, but the head rubbed over her clit as she maneuvered it, making her moan.

“Did you rub your needy little clit with that fake cock?”

“I’m sorry, Master. It’s just the angle.”

“Don’t blame physics,” he scolded. “That’s one.”

One punishment, though she didn’t know what the punishment would be.

Cessie placed her other hand on top of her head, elbow bent and out to the side. The jess dangled near but not directly beside her ear—if he hadn’t told her to move it, she would have had it ringing practically in her ear.

The fact that he’d thought of that allowed her to ease deeper into the power exchange. He was in control and trusting him with that control wouldn’t put her at risk.

“Take it,” he commanded.

Cessie kept ahold of the dildo as she sank down. A shiver of pleasure rippled over her as she took the first two inches in one slow movement. She stopped there, savoring.

“Other hand on your head too.”

She released the dildo, leaning back to find her balance as she raised that hand, lacing her fingers together on top of her head.

“Deep as you can, baby.” His voice was rough with arousal.

Cessie took a breath and sank down lower. The too-thin dildo, which was not nearly as thick as his cock, pressed up into her, giving her that internal pressure she craved, but not stretching or filling her the way he could.

She whimpered in frustration, because this was good, but not what she needed.

“What’s wrong, Cessie?”

“It’s not enough.”

“Then take more.”

Obediently she sank down another inch. “It’s deep but I’m not full… not the way I would be if it was your cock.”

He took a deep breath, and when he spoke his voice was rough with what she knew was arousal. “Take another inch.”

With a whimper of obedience, she did, having to work and roll her hips to do it.

She paused there for a moment, panting. The bells on her nipples made small shivery sounds in time with her breaths.

Then she forced herself down even more, until she felt unmistakable pressure against her cervix.

“I’m full, Master.” She watched him with heavy-lidded eyes. “As full as I can be when it’s not your cock.”

His gaze glittered with desire and something she could only call a need to dominate. “Fuck yourself. Make the bells jingle.”

Cessie adjusted her knees, then pushed up, the dildo sliding easily out of her slick pussy. It would flop over if she lifted all the way off, so she stopped with the tip still inside her, then sank down.

Pleasure rolled through her as she fucked herself, bouncing up and down on the dildo that wasn’t fat enough or stiff enough to really satisfy her. It was maddening to be so close and yet so far, to have what she wanted, yet not be satisfied.

The bells on her jesses and nipple clamps chimed, drowning out the sound of her own heavy breathing. She needed to be full. Needed to come. Those interlaced needs made her bounce faster as if she could force satisfaction through speed.