THE
BREAKING CAGE |
by
Constance Pennington Smythe |
“Well here they are,” mocked Karin, “our submissive
sissies.”
Suzette led Gary into the room, stopped before Joanna
and Karin, and executed her usual delicate curtsey.
Gary ungainly tried to duplicate the move.
“Sloppy,” Karin said. “We’ll fix that, among other
things.” She turned to Suzette, “put her on the
curtsey trainer for fifty reps when we’re through
here.”
“Yes Mistress.”
Gary grimaced as Suzette executed another one of
her damned perfect curtsies. What the fuck is a
curtsey trainer? He couldn’t help but glance at
Joanna and immediately the crop in Karin’s hand
lashed out, leaving a welt on his thigh.
“Eyes down slut!” Karin commanded.
He lurched at the blow, feeling the thin stripe
bloom in pain. This was different from the bondage
and discipline sex games played with Joanna. Karin
was the real deal, a thought that both frightened
and excited him.
“Didn’t take him long to fuck up,” Joanna observed.
“Never does,” replied Karin, “they’re all slow learners
at first, but they do learn, some slower than others,
but all painfully - for them.” She turned her gaze
to Suzette, who’d remained still, head down, hands
demurely clasped behind her back, living proof of
the efficacy of rigorous training. “We’ll have supper
in the dining room at seven. You and this worthless
sissy here will serve. Lock a collar on it but keep
it naked. And teach it to curtsey before supper!
You’re dismissed!”
Suzette and Gary both curtseyed and backed out of
the room to the laughter of the ladies on the couch.
Shaken and humiliated, Gary padded along on his
bare feet as Suzette’s spike heels click-clacked
down the hallway.
Suzette stopped and ushered Gary through a door
and down the staircase into the basement. Gary descended
into the dark abyss, his naked form shivering from
the coolness. His eyes slowly adjusted to the dark
as he exited the stairs and his feet touched the
hard, cold tile floor.
“To the right,” whispered Suzette, as she turned
on a light switch
.
Gary blinked as Karin’s dungeon was bathed in light.
It wasn’t brightly lit; rather the electric lighting
took the form of flickering candles casting shadows
throughout the room.
Pausing, forgetting the chill of the room, Gary
looked around, mesmerized by the many whips, paddles
and crops hanging from the wall. A spanking horse
and pillory took center stage in the room while
an ominous cross and wheel adorned the far wall.
Chains and manacles hung from various parts of the
ceiling.
Suzette took his hand and pulled him across the
room. “Over here, Mistress wants you to practice
on the curtsey trainer.”
In a daze Gary followed her, his eyes darting endlessly
throughout the room, awed by the wicked splendor
of Karin’s dungeon. Suddenly he felt Suzette grab
his nipple, violently pinching and twisting it.
“Pay attention!” she said. “We need to finish this
and get back upstairs to start supper. Bend over.”
Gary bent over and heard Suzette pull on a latex
glove. He jumped as Suzette rubbed the cool lube
around his puckered nether hole.
“Ever had anything in here?” Suzette asked.
“No, I’m not gay.”
“Don’t be silly,” chuckled Suzette, “it doesn’t
mean you’re gay. And anyway, it’s not your bottom;
it belongs to Mistress Joanna, doesn’t it?”
“I don’t know, yeah, I guess so.”
“Well, since this is your first time, we’ll start
with a small one on the trainer.” Suzette’s eyes
closed as she slowly inserted one well-lubed finger
and felt Gary gasp and lurch. “Easy precious, I’ll
go slowly. If you relax and breathe it will be easier
on you. Now let me get some lube in there.”
Gary tried to relax and breathe as Suzette slowly
inserted a second finger. He shook with - what?
Pleasure? Disgust? He’d never been violated in this
way before and in all honesty he didn’t know whether
he liked it or not. When Suzette’s other hand found
and gently stroked his nipple he whimpered. He did
like it, all of it.
“See there precious, not so bad is it?” cooed Suzette.
She leaned down and kissed the back of his neck.
Gary was overcome by the sensations, as Suzette’s
nimble fingers coaxed waves of pleasure from his
ass and nipples. Her soft lips on his neck, the
scent of her perfume, the gentle voice had him melting
in her arms. But Suzette is a man, Karin’s husband.
“Yes, that’s it baby, relax,” Suzette mewed as she
slowly withdrew her fingers.
Gary sighed as she pulled out.
Suzette pointed at Gary’s throbbing erection, “I
think you liked that. Maybe our Mistresses will
allow us to play together sometime.”
Utterly confused by this flood of emotions Gary
silently looked at the raging hard-on between his
legs. Wordlessly, he let himself be led to the curtsey
trainer.
“The curtsey is a sign of respect. There are different
ones to use at different times, but for now you
will learn ‘The Bob.’ You can use this whenever
Mistress enters or leaves a room you are in or to
acknowledge an order you are given. Of course Mistress
will dictate what curtseys you are to use and when.”
As Suzette talked she affixed a small butt plug
to a metal rod protruding from the floor. “Stand
here,” she said, pulling Gary until he stood over
the rod. “Put both feet on the ground with the pole
between your legs. Your hands should be crossed
in front of you.” Suzette demonstrated the position
and Gary followed. “Now bend your left knee, place
your left foot behind the right foot, only keeping
the toes of your left foot on the floor. Posture
is very important, so keep your head up but your
eyes down.”
Gary copied Suzette’s actions, assuming the same
position she adopted.
“Very nice,” complimented Suzette. “Next you need
to bend at the knees and dip, lower yourself down
until the plug goes into your bottom.” Suzette giggled
and slowly bent at the knees illustrating the proper
curtsey, “now you.”
Slowly Gary bent his knees, stopping for a moment
when his bottom touched the plug.
“It’s not that big,” chided Suzette, “and both you
and it are well lubricated. Now slowly, down and
up.”
With a deep breath Gary descended, the plug slowly
sliding in and filling him, and then easing out
when he stood.
“Back straight, don’t bend forward at the waist,
bend in the knees, down and up,” corrected Suzette,
“again.”
Gary proceeded to curtsey, each time impaling himself
on the plug. Suzette made minor adjustments on the
plug height and position and by curtsey number fifteen
Gary was starting to find the proper motion and
technique.
“Be elegant and graceful, not stiff, no jerky movements.”
Suzette positioned Gary’s body, helping him attain
the correct posture. “Don’t think about the plug
in your bottom honey, focus on the movement. You
want to be demure, sweet, something your Mistress
can be proud of. Deeper sweetheart, get the plug
all the way in, keep your back straight.”
Gary lost count of the repetitions as he worked
on his ‘Bob’ curtsey. He hoped that Suzette was
counting; he wanted this to be over. When he finished
the last curtsey his legs were beginning to cramp
and his bottom was starting to hurt.
Suzette wiped the remaining lube from Gary’s well-used
ass, “of course there are bigger plugs and your
Mistress will probably make use of them. Eventually
you’ll have to learn all the types of curtseys and
you’ll be expected to perform them perfectly, all
the time. Here,” she said handing the plug to Gary,
“there’s a sink in the corner, go wash this off.”
Gary held the butt plug in his hand; he felt its
slickness and warmth. He wordlessly padded away
on his bare feet while Suzette selected a collar.
When Gary returned Suzette held up a wide and stiff
leather collar, emblazoned with the word ‘SISSY’
in sparkling crystals. “It’s a posture collar.”
Gary allowed Suzette to fasten the collar around
his neck, securing it with a small padlock and attaching
a leather lead to the front. Pulling on the lead,
Suzette led Gary out of the dungeon, back upstairs
and into the kitchen.
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