CagedSynopsis: Ms Loren takes her submissive out to a got club for a surprise.I arrived at Mistress’ home to find it empty. Her car wasn’t in the driveway.The only answer upon ringing the bell was the barking of Ms Loren’s puppy,Chiot. It was odd.a certain time. I knew better than to loaf around wondering where she might be.I had a key and Mistress’ good wishes to use it if needed. So I unlocked thedoor and stepped inside.Chiot pounced me. I immediately had faint dog paw prints on my white scrub dressand a run in my white stockings. I chided him and pushed him off of me to pethis head. Then I dodged when he leapt at me again. I ran into the kitchen withhim chasing me.As I guessed, his food dish was empty. No wonder he was so glad to see me. Ifilled his bowl halfway as Mistress usually instructed me. That seemed tosatisfy him. Or it occupied him, at least.I dug through the grocery bag I brought with me and put away the things that Iwouldn’t use immediately. Then I retreated to Mistress’ bedroom. She kept aspace in her closet and the bottom drawer of her dresser for me. I kept mycleaning uniform there. It consisted of a short skirt, a near sheer, fittedwhite blouse, thigh-high stockings, a tiny black thong, and very high-heeledpumps. The high heels often made me a bit wary until I’d been in them for awhile. It felt nice to get out of my work clothes though. I’d been on my feetmost of the day assuring patient X got his shot, taking patient Y’s bloodpressure, and asking patient Z twenty thousand questions about her healthhistory.Still, the spiked high heels were daunting. They often made my feet hurt afterwearing them for more than half an hour. But Mistress loved them, and theydidn’t tend to stay on the floor very long once she arrived anyway.Chiot finished his puppy chow and didn’t seem to care that I was preparing fooduntil I began cutting chicken. Then his nose perked up and he began whining. Ilaughed but ushered him into the back yard, making sure he had a full waterdish. It was hot, after all.I contemplated turning the water sprinkler on for him but decided against it. Ifhe got wet I would have to give him a bath. I didn’t feel up to it at thatmoment. Perhaps during the weekend I would.I turned my focus back to dinner and had just cooked the chicken when I heardMistress’ car door. I dropped everything, quickly washed my hands, and dashedfor the front door as quickly as I could in the spiked heels. I reached the doorjust as Mistress opened it. I sighed in relief and took her briefcase.She smiled wickedly and said, “Hello pet.”"Hello Mistress.” I responded, worrying about what was in store for me. Hersmile was especially devious. “How was your day?”Mistress told me of the various things she did that morning while I followed herinto the kitchen. I’d helped her prepare the format for a report earlier in theweek and she told me that it had gone over well with her boss. That made me veryhappy.Mistress sat on a chair at the table in the kitchen and crossed her legs. Iseemed that she would have a great deal of paperwork to do in the coming week.She wasn’t looking forward to it.When Mistress paused for a sip of her drink I took the opportunity to excusemyself briefly and fetch her hairbrush. When I returned and brushed her hair Ithink that she nearly purred. I could feel the tension in her body slippingaway. It was a glorious feeling.After a while she told me to stop and I sat the brush on the table. I thankedMistress for allowing me to brush her hair and kissed her feet. She smiled andmotioned me toward the stove. I nodded.While I prepared dinner Mistress asked me about local politics, golf scores, andwhat the Democratic and Republican presidential candidates had done that day. Imade a point to keep up with Mistress’ interests just so we could have suchconversations. I knew that she didn’t rely solely on me for news. There weretimes that she quizzed me about current events, usually while I was tied to someimmobile object in a rather compromising position. But I still felt as though Istill offered a valuable service in that regard.Our conversation lasted through dinner, which was tasty. I was glad I’d chosenan easy recipe that was difficult to screw up. Not only that, but since dinnerhad been so easy it gave me time to concentrate on making a very good dessert. Iwas proud. I couldn’t wait to see Mistress’ face as she took the first bite. Iplanned to bed to be allowed to feed it to her.”That was very good pet.” Mistress commented when she had finished dinner, “I’dlike to see you in the bedroom when you’ve cleaned.”"But…” I pouted, “Would you like dessert Mistress? I…” Mistress silenced mewith a stare. I swallowed and nodded. “Yes Mistress.”Mistress rose from the table slowly. Then she walked toward the bedroom andmentioned changing clothes. I begged to be allowed to undress and then redressher but she only smiled and shook her head. I had to clean, after all.I pouted a bit while I ran dishwater. But I was soon consumed with cleaningtasks and was happy enough to be doing something. Perhaps if the kitchen wereparticularly spotless when I finished Mistress would let me pleasure her in bed.It had been nearly two weeks since the last time Mistress commanded the use ofmy tongue. I adored lapping at her sex and she knew it. Perhaps Mistress waspunishing me for something? I hoped not. She usually told me if I’d donesomething wrong. Maybe she merely wasn’t feeling like it lately. I hoped thatshe wasn’t becoming bored with me.A touch startled me out of my thoughts. Mistress giggled a bit behind me. “Itwasn’t my intent to scare you pet.” She said. It wasn’t an apology. It was astatement, but said with a warm and kind tone of voice.I nodded and felt a bit woozy as Mistress brushed my hair while I washed andrinsed the pots and pans that wouldn’t wash well in the dishwasher. It washeavenly. I didn’t bother to ask what had prompted this kindness. Mistressregularly liked to spoil me one minute and turn my rear end rather pink with aspanking the next. Perhaps I should have been wary because of that. But herfingers along my hair and the brush through it drove almost all thought from mymind. It felt wonderful.She stopped as I had nearly finished the dishes. “Don’t worry about the rest ofthe kitchen.” She said, “We don’t have a lot of time and I want to make good useof it.”"Yes Mistress.” I replied. She retreated down the hallway toward the bedroom. Somuch for a sparkling kitchen perhaps earning me the reward of being allowed topleasure her. I pouted a bit more.When the dishes I just rinsed were dried and put away I pranced down the hallwayand into Mistress’ bedroom. She was there, waiting for me. She sat on the edgeof her bed reading.She had changed clothes. She was no longer in the khaki slacks and white blouseof her business day. A tight vinyl tank top hugged her breasts and left quite adisplay of cleavage. A black leather skirt fell to mid thigh but had a slit afew inches long up one side. Her shapely legs were wrapped in black silk nylons.She wasn’t yet wearing shoes, but a pair of high-heeled boots waited next to thebed on the floor. She looked stunning.The book closed with a snap as I entered. Mistress looked up at me and my gazefell to her collarbones. She preferred that I didn’t look her in the eye, butshe didn’t quite like the idea of me looking at the floor all the time. Hercollarbones were a good compromise.”Strip for me.” Mistress said in a nonchalant tone, “I want to see a littleshow.” She lay back on the bed. “And turn on the light. It’s getting dark but Iwant to see you clearly.” I nodded, flipped the light switch, and noticed thatthe bed had a few articles of clothing on it. But I didn’t pay too muchattention to what those bits of cloth were.Instead, I concentrated on taking off my cleaning uniform. I swayed a bit,imagining music in my head. I tilted my head a little so that my hair cascadeddown my back. Thanks to Mistress’ brushing it was soft and free of tangles. Iran my fingers through it and swayed my hips.turned sideways and unbuttoned my blouse. Then I turned so that I faced awayfrom Mistress and slid the blouse off my shoulders. I peeked at her over thesame shoulder and she smiled. Then I let the blouse fall to the floor.I ran my hands from my upper thighs to the swell of my breasts, tracing mycurves. I turned to face Mistress halfway through the motion. I closed my eyesand hoped that Mistress wouldn’t mind. I became very, very embarrassed when Iknew that she was watching. I could feel my cheeks becoming pink.My miniskirt unzipped and slid to the floor easily. Then I spun away fromMistress again so that she could watch my backside. I flung my hair and lookedover my shoulder again, directly into her eyes. She had told me to put on ashow. Perhaps she wanted a daring show? She didn’t seem to mind and though I wasembarrassed, it was worth it to look into her beautiful near blue eyes.I grasped the waist straps of my black thong in either hand and slowly slid thereached my ankles. I was sure Mistress could tell that I was wet with the viewsuch that it was.I hoped that it excited her. Teasing her was turning me on. Besides, I wantedher. I wanted her to want me. I closed my eyes and begged for her fingers insideme as I stepped out of the thong, careful not to tangle it around the tall,spiked heels of my shoes. But Mistress stopped me almost at that exact instant.There were times I would nearly swear that she could read my mind. That was oneof them.I was told to turn around and face her. She had a lustful look in her eyes whenshe rose from the bed. I returned my gaze to her collarbones and crossed mywrists behind my back.She padded across the room slowly, swaying her hips. She wrapped her arms aroundme. Her claws dug into my sides. I whimpered slightly and felt the heat that wasgrowing in my sex take a giant leap forward. Mistress pressed one thigh betweenmine gently. I purred.”I think that will do nicely.” She said. Then she kissed my neck and left mereaching for the wall to steady myself. I was woozy again. Would she have meright there? Would she push me to the floor and bury my face between her legs?Would she spin me around, press me against the wall, and push her fingers intorear from behind?I wanted all of that and more. I wanted to beg for it. But when I regained mysenses she was already crossing the room again, moving away from me.She spun to face me and was holding the few pieces of clothing I’d noticedearlier. “I want you to keep the stockings and heel on for the time being.” Shesaid, “But put these on as well.”"Yes Mistress.” I replied, and took the garments. I slid into a black lace bra.The cups were silk but only from the bottom up until the point where my nippleswere covered. Then they were black lace. The bra was very cute.Ms Loren also had me put on a very small black thong. It was only a smalltriangle of material and straps to hold it in place over my sex. It barelycovered my little strip of pubic hair. I blushed a bit as I put it on.The skirt was something I hadn’t seen before. It was as short as the one I woreas part of my cleaning uniform but it was pleated and solid gray. It lookedsomething like a perversion of a school uniform skirt.The only other pieces of clothing offered were black, satin, full-length operagloves. They fit me perfectly and covered my arms to the center of my biceps.They were very soft. I touched my belly and traced my belly button. I liked howthey felt on my skin.Mistress noticed. “Yes pet,” She said, tracing one red fingernail where I hadjust traced my skin, “They feel good, don’t they?” I nodded. She smiled. “I planto make use of that later tonight. But for now,” She check her watch, “We needto be going.”I blinked. I opened my mouth and then shut it. Mistress raised one eyebrow. “Yespet?”"I…” I stammered, “Um… are we going out with me dressed like this Mistress?”She smirked. “Yes pet.”"With respect, May I please have a top to wear Mistress?” My voice was nearwhining.”No pet.”I could only agree but couldn’t bring my mouth to say the words. So I nodded. Iwas covered, I supposed, more than when I wore my bikini. Yet I’d not left thehouse to go somewhere public dressed in so little before. Then I perked up abit. “Are we going to a play party Mistress?” I asked.Mistress shook her head. “No pet.” She sat down on the bed and extended onefoot. I took the cue, knelt before her, and helped her put on her boots.”Pet?”"Yes Mistress?” I looked up. She looked at me with a knowing smirk.”Would I take you anywhere that would put you in more danger than I couldprotect you against?” She asked.Her boots were being stubborn but I managed to slip the first onto her foot andthen slide the zipper up her calf. I picked up the second. “No Mistress.” Isaid as I held her delicate foot and slid it into the leather of the boot.”Then trust me.”"Yes Mistress.”"I don’t want to hear another word about it.”"Yes Mistress.” But where were we going? I couldn’t guess.The smell of rain was in the air. I hadn’t realized it, but the sky spat a bitwhile Mistress and I ate dinner. It made the night especially cool consideringhow hot the day had been. As such, I was allowed to wear a jacket over my bra.Mistress drove us downtown and parked. The sidewalks were slick. I was glad thatshe took my arm and allowed me to navigate. I knew she was capable of takingcare where she walked. Of course she was more than capable. But it made me feelbetter, useful, to guide her around slippery gratings and manhole covers.I relaxed when I realized where it was that we were going. It was a safe place.It was somewhere we could go and not worry about someone running to Mistress’boss to tattle-tale.The steps down into the club were filled with people. That meant the place wasnear filled to capacity. The club expanded under an entire city block…literally, under it. The cavernous place was the basement of several buildingswhere walls had been knocked out here or there for a doorway, bar, table, orstage. Hence, the name of the club was Catacombs.Thankfully, the bouncer at the door recognized us. She smiled and her posturerelaxed a bit, tattoos rippling even in the darkness as her skin slid overwell-muscled arms. I purred. Mistress shot a glance and a smirk my way. Ithought I knew the exact four-letter word that crossed her mind. I at least knowwhat word crossed mine. Meow.I dug our identification out of my purse. It was still the law that ID had to bechecked and Mistress was adamant that we would break no sensible law directly,nor would any be broken on our account. The key word was sensible.We were admitted with another smile. I thought of staying to flirt a moment butwasn’t sure Mistress would allow it on that particular night. She had plans forme. So I followed her into the club.It was her turn to lead me now. She clipped a leather leash to my smooth steelcollar and made a slight hand signal. I nodded affirmation. It was one of herprearranged hand signals. She taught them to me when she first collared me. ItWe left our coats at the coat check window. I felt naked. I was wearing solittle! I felt as thought everyone in the place was sizing me up for dessert. Mynipples became hard little pebbles that showed through the thin silk and lace ofthe bra I was wearing.Mistress led me to the bar and ordered two ginger ales. She looked around, thenback at me. She smiled. I blushed. She leaned close and spoke in my ear to beI felt my cheeks warm a little more. “I’m both embarrassed and proud, Loren.” Isaid into her ear, “It’s a turn on as well, to be claimed like this. I’m notsure which is prevalent but if I were forced to choose then I would say thelatter that I mentioned.” I was worried that she would make me spell it out forher. Not that she misunderstood. She knew exactly what I meant. But she enjoyedmaking me state, in plain terms, just how wet I was, how excited a certainactivity made me, or how much I wanted something sexual.Thankfully, my response seemed good enough. She nodded. She smiled. Then ourdrinks arrived at the bar in front of us.While I reached into my small purse and paid, I felt Mistress unfasten the leashfrom the collar around my neck. I was disappointed but only for a moment. Shelooped the leash around one of the bar stools and then clipped it to the collararound my neck again.”I want to take a look around.” She said into my ear, “There are a few peoplehere I want to speak with. Be a good kitty. Stay.” I nodded my compliance andpretending the straw and bubbles of my own glass were utterly fascinating.Then I felt Mistress’ hand on my hair. I looked up. She was smiling again. Sheleaned toward me and I could feel her breath on my ear. I shivered.”I doubt you’ll come into any trouble,” She said, “But if you do simply ask thebartender for help.” She kissed my hair. “You’re an open book here pet. I canread your every emotion on your face or in your body language. It’s soenticing.”" She pressed herself close to my body, took my hand in hers, andpressed my hand against the portion of her skirt that covered her sex. She waswarm to the touch. And then she disappeared into the crowd.How could she do that to me? It was so cruel! My own sex throbbed and ached fromher teasing. I couldn’t stop thinking of how much I wanted to pleasure her withmy tongue and fingers.I watched, trying to follow her for a moment but it was near impossible. Therestaring at me as though I had walked out of a science fiction novel. I avoidedher gaze and turned my attention back to my ginger ale.The bartenders both milled about behind the oak, brass, and black leathercounter. I watched as the shorter, butch bartender squirted whipped cream ontothe top of what looked like hot apple cider. When she looked up she winked atme. I blushed and tried to pick Mistress out of the crowd again. I knew I wasn’twearing much, but was I really so much of a spectacle?When I turned away from the bar to look around my eyes drifted into those of thewoman who was staring at me earlier. She was standing right next to me. Shetouched the leash that connected me to the bar stool and I nearly smacked her.That was my Mistress’!She said something, but I couldn’t hear her over the music. Not that itmattered. I couldn’t speak to anyone but Ms Loren.The woman was my height. Or rather, she was a little taller than me but I waswearing heels high enough so that we seemed the same height. She had dark hairand deep green eyes. She was fairly attractive. I guessed that she was perhapsin her late twenties. But something wasn’t quite right. She didn’t seem to fitin at the bar. I wasn’t sure what gave me that impression, but I wondered.Her face twisted into an expression that seemed too haughty for someone wholooked so uncomfortable in a leather miniskirt. Then she rolled her eyes andleaned forward to speak into my ear. “What’s with the leash?” She asked.I shook my head from side to side. Then I ran my fingers across my lips in azipper-like fashion. I hoped that she took the hint.She seemed confused. She leaned forward again. “What?” She asked, “You can’ttalk?” I nodded. “You can talk?” I fought hard not to roll my own eyes and shookmy head back and forth.The woman’s brow furrowed. She seemed at a loss. She leaned forward and spokeinto my ear again. “Can you or can’t you talk?” She asked. I shook my head backand forth again. “Why not?” I made the zipper motion across my lips again.The woman frowned. It was clear to me that she didn’t understand. So be it. Icouldn’t explain it to her and even if I could I doubted that she wouldunderstand. She seemed rather naive and I wondered what she was doing at afetish bar. She didn’t look the type. Something seemed off about her.She shrugged, shot a disdainful look at me, and walked back to her perch at thebar. I saw her lean forward and speak to one of the bartenders. She pointed atme. I looked back down into my drink.The music stopped for a moment. I heard a lady’s voice though the speakers,welcoming everyone to the club. I guessed that she was on the main stage, whichwas in a room adjacent to the one that held the bar in which I stood attached toa stool. Her voice went on to announce that a cage dancing competition wouldbegin shortly. I blushed bright crimson. So that’s what Mistress was up to! Shewanted to watch me dance.The music began again and I looked up. Mistress walked toward me with her headhigh. The crowded bar seemed an afterthought, if it was in her mind at all. Thepatrons seemed to glide out of her way without so much as thinking of it. Imarveled a bit. She was so very graceful.I could see the woman who asked about the leash in my peripheral vision. Shefollowed my gaze and then stepped off into the crowd with a frown. I grinned.Good. I hoped she wouldn’t bother me again. She seemed so odd in this place. No,that wasn’t it. She seemed vanilla. What was she doing there?Then Mistress had the leash attached to the collar around my neck in her hand.Her leash. Her collar. She leaned forward so that I could hear her. “Iseverything well?” She asked. Then She leaned back just enough so I could followher eyes. They were looking in the direction of the woman from the bar who askedabout the leash.I nodded and leaned forward, “She was interested in the collar and leashMistress.” Mistress nodded in turn. She took her glass of ginger ale from myhand. Then she looked up at me. I guessed what she would ask and I shook myhead. I leaned forward and said into her ear, “I asked the last time we werehere Mistress. They don’t have any straws.”Mistress scowled. I guessed that she didn’t wish to smear her carefully appliednew lipstick. I didn’t like the idea either since I was the one who had appliedit between paddle swats. It had been quite a challenge.She leaned forward and spoke again in my ear. “I’d like you to keep a few strawsin your purse from now on.” She said, “And keep them in a protective paper orplastic bag.”I nodded. “Yes Mistress.”Then Mistress turned. Her face brightened. A slender woman with beautiful,blue-black, curly hair stood behind her. I recognized her from a munch threeweeks ago. I thought that she belonged to one of Mistress’ friends, but Icouldn’t remember her name.The curly haired submissive girl curtsied and leaned forward to speak toMistress. I couldn’t hear what she said but Mistress smiled and nodded. She thenheld up one finger with it’s red nail and I lowered my eyes as she walked off afew steps with the curly haired submissive.Why did Mistress insist on secrecy? They were obviously discussing somethingthat Mistress didn’t wish me to hear. Not that I had much of a chance tooverhear anything. The music was still very loud and thumping.I looked up toward the bar and saw the lady who approached me earlier again. Shesmiled a sterile grin and turned back to the bar. I wondered why she was hereand why she asked me about the collar and leash.Mistress beckoned with one finger and I pranced over to her. She held out herhand. I blushed slightly but placed the end of the leash in her hand. Shesmirked.Then we followed the curly haired girl though the crowd to one of the tablestucked away in a corner. I saw the curly haired girl’s Mistress sitting there.The music was a little less loud in the corner, and I could almost make outtheir conversation, but not quite.The curly haired girl nodded when her Mistress spoke in her ear. Then she turnedto my Mistress and said something. Mistress glanced at me then said somethingback to the girl with curly hair.I did my best but couldn’t remember the names of anyone at the table. What wouldI do if Mistress asked me for their names? I would be in big trouble. I justknew it.I took a seat and Mistress sat next to me. Her hand immediately found my thighand inched just under my skirt. I swallowed hard. The curly haired girl’sMistress grinned. I think she knew. Perhaps she does the same thing. Or perhapsshe suggested it. I had no way of knowing.From the table we had a perfect view of one of the club’s dancing cages. Theywere nearly seven feet tall but only three feet across. Each was raised aboveperhaps the chains were merely decorative. I wasn’t sure.We watched several dancers. Mistress played with the lips of my pussy andoccasionally my clit the whole time. I knew I was sopping wet. I went to thebathroom twice and did my best to assure that I was dry but Mistress just beganagain when I returned. It was terribly frustrating.I enjoyed the show and began to think that’s all it was. Perhaps Mistress onlywanted to tease me and show me off to her friend. I still couldn’t remember hername. That made me nervous.Then the emcee called my name with her soft, electronically amplified voice. Ilooked at Mistress. She only grinned and got up from the table. She nodded toA woman wearing a long white dress and holding a microphone opened the door. MyMistress said something into her ear and the lady nodded. She stepped back.Mistress held the door for me and tied my leash to one of the cage’s bars. Sheleaned forward and kissed my forehead. “Make me proud.” She said.The cage itself was warm with the energy of the club. I felt the beat of themusic throb through it. Then I heard the door of the cage clang closed behindme. Mistress grinned, looking up at me from the dance floor. The emcee had letMistress close and latch the door. I could tell she enjoyed it.One song ended and the next began. They were all industrial goth with littlevariation. They had almost identical rhythms. I didn’t feel as thought I neededthe fresh start, but I took advantage of it. The song started slowly and so didI.I could either dance very structured dances like the waltz and the foxtrot or Idanced completely improvised dances like salsa or swing. I wasn’t good at thethings in between. I wasn’t comfortable dancing on the floor at clubs withsomeone else. I never felt as thought I knew what I was doing.But cage dancing was more like stripping. It was complete improvisation. I couldmake it all up as I went along. And I loved that. I could make it look good.I closed my eyes. My hands roamed my body. My fingers worked their way throughmy long, auburn hair. I caressed my nipples through the thin silk and lace bra.I traced fingernails up my legs to trace my hips and then cupped my breasts. Allthe while I swayed my hips and waved my hair back and forth hypnotically.Before I knew it, the song was near over and the emcee was releasing me from thecage. I was disappointed. I didn’t want to stop. I enjoyed myself.When I stepped down from the cage I was glad that Mistress had dressed me soscantily. I felt warm and a little sweat beaded on my forehead. I wanted a drinkand hoped that Mistress hadn’t finished my ginger ale.We left the club early in the morning. While she drove I begged Mistress toallow me to pleasure her. When she silenced me on the NookieStar presents I begged that shepleasure me instead… that she bend me over the couch when we got home and haveher way with me while she wore a harness and dildo.She laughed at that. She said she was surprised that a single night of teasingcould have me begging for such things without any prodding. But I doubted thatshe was actually surprised.Mistress had me kneel in the living room when we arrived at her home. I hopedthat she was putting on her harness and dildo. I desperately wanted that. Butshe didn’t. Instead she walked into the living room, the heels of her bootstapping on the floor, saying, “I just couldn’t get you to shut up on the drivehere. So I thought that this might be in order.” She was carrying her favoritedildo and a dildo harness gag that I bought her for her birthday. I couldn’thide my smile as she strapped the strong leather around my head.