The Songbird Longs for her Cage [24F/26F] [Bondage] [Light Sadism] [Dildo Deepthroating] [Oral] [Suspension] [Breathplay] [Romantic]

My finger hovered over her doorbell, frozen in place as it refused to move the necessary half-inch further to ring it. Maybe this was a bad idea after all, maybe I should’ve never called her after everything that happened. Won’t she be mad at me? What if she isn’t mad at me, that’s… worse. I shifted my weight from one foot to another, looking around me at that suburban neighborhood where I felt the stare of mistrustful strangers judging me. Coming here was a terrible decision. I retracted my finger from the doorbell, but before I could scurry back to my car, the door opened to show me Raine staring at me.

She looked just as gorgeous as every other time I’ve seen her. Those long, full eyelashes of hers that made even her sleepy face look seductive, those pouty lips that had more meat in them than I could bear to eat at a Brazilian steakhouse, the long, raven hair that she kept always in a straight cut down behind her bra line… God, I can’t stop staring. She raised an eyebrow as she waited for me to start talking, but once she realized I felt incapable of doing so she began smirking.

“Saoirse. It’s been such a long time. How have you been? Where’s that boy you grew fond of, pa-something or other? When you called and said you wanted to come visit, I expected to see you linked arm-in-arm with him.” Her voice carried the sarcasm I expected from her, the same sharp tongue she wielded with all the expertise of a butcher. I couldn’t help but look down at my hands in embarrassment.

“Um… he and I are no longer together, so…” I said.

Though I couldn’t bring myself to look up, I could hear the way her smirk grew into a wide, self-satisfied smile. She leaned against the door and crossed her arms. “Well, well, well. I’d call it surprising, but then I’d be lying. What happened this time, my little songbird? Longed for the comfort of the cage you insisted you abhorred?”

“That’s not…!” My voice rose on its own, but my mind caught up and stopped me. I lowered my head again in shame. “Can we please not discuss this any more?”

Her hand reached for mine and interlaced our fingers. This is going to end badly again, this is going to lead to me losing my mind again. I looked up at her, but her seductive expression shut down my complaints before I could even come up with them. She pulled on me to get inside, and I couldn’t hope to disobey her commands. We walked down to her basement, that place I knew all too well, until we had entered the dungeon she paid God knows how much to install there. Toys of all stripes, for pain and pleasure alike, lined the soundproofed walls and tables, and I could only stand meekly in the middle, my eyes too cowed to watch her act.

“So, he couldn’t satisfy you. I feel like I’ve heard this story before, little songbird. How many times does that one make? Four?” she asked.

“O-only three, Raine.”

I heard the clacking of heels approaching me, then felt a hand grab my cheeks and squeeze them, forcing my face up to stare at her eyes, now contorted into a scowl. “You lost the right to call me that once you stepped foot in this house, didn’t you, songbird?” she asked.

“Y-yes, I did.” I nodded.

“Then call me what you know I am to you.” Her order rang in my ears and pulled from the depths of my heart all the emotions I had buried away so many times before.

“Yes, Empress,” I said and watched as her furious countenance softened and then twisted into a sadistic glee. She approached me with no regard for what I’d say, as she knew already what I wanted, and pressed her lips against mine, only for a moment, then broke contact.

“Strip,” she commanded. I didn’t hesitate, my body moving to obey her before I could even give it the order to do so. Perhaps her training will be part of me no matter how many times I run… and the fact that such a thought brings me joy made me quiver. I took off my jeans, shirt, then bra and panties, my hands at first reaching for my breasts but then stopping themselves and holding each other behind my back so I could present myself for Empress. I raised my chin and waited, in tense obedience, as that woman wearing pajamas took them off until she became as naked as me.

My eyes couldn’t stop themselves from gazing over her body, lingering on her perky breasts with puffy pink nipples that I had longed to suck on for months now, then meandering down alongside the curves of her body to her hips, to the thighs whose warmth I missed squeezing against my head as she forced me to pleasure her over and over as she worked. I could not, even if pressed at the cost of my life, find a single flaw within that perfect woman to whom I had sworn my eternal obedience, even if I had tried to run again and again. Her brow raised as she studied me, then a soft, melodic laughter left her lips. “Have you missed the sight of what you used to worship, my songbird?”

“Yes, Empress,” I said, the words leaving me without a single command from me. It’s pointless to try to claim I still hold any control anymore, she has made me into her toy from a single word. “I’ve missed you so.”

“Over there, by the half-wall. Face it, then kneel and wait.”

I moved to the position I had been given and kneeled down. I kept my hands behind my back, as my training told me to do, and waited. My eyes stared at that grey concrete slab that she had constructed for the purposes only of breaking those she wished, and I knew that nothing could make me move an inch without her consent.

“Good, already in position… and keeping the pose I trained into you. Guess a songbird never forgets the gayole, huh? I’ll be clipping your wings for the moment, my little tweeter.” With those words, I felt the coarse fabric of jute rope begin wrapping around my wrists and forearms, fashioning a knot to keep me from being able to move my hands. I held still until I felt the finishing tugs to test the firmness of it, then tried to move my hands to confirm to her my helplessness. I heard a small satisfied chuckle, then my eyes beheld a dildo, at least eight inches in length, appear in front of me.

“E-Empress?” I asked, though my training forbid me from moving my head away from where I had been ordered to face.

“You seem to always flee the cage when the urge to lay eggs grows strong, little songbird. Since you seem to need it so much, I’ll train you to service one properly. Open your mouth.”

My mouth opened and her hand grabbed my short hair from behind and forced me forwards, putting my lips against the tip of that rubber cock. I trembled in fright over what she would do, but nothing inside me could muster a single complaint unless it was the word ‘red,’ which I refused to use. She pushed me forward, forcing my mouth to take in the tip of the dildo, then kept going. I felt myself gag as that dildo went from the tip of my tongue all the way to touching the back of my throat, and then even further down into the depths of it until I felt myself struggling to breathe.

“Look at you, gagging and sucking on it like such a good girl…” Empress said as she stroked my hair with the hand she kept free from forcing me to choke on the fake cock. “Have you practiced this for all the men you lusted after once you escaped from me? Am I training you well for your next little escape?”

She pulled back my hair, letting me breathe once the dildo stopped blocking my throat from allowing air to go from my nose to my lungs and left my mouth, and I gasped for air as I tried to calm down. Tears had formed in my eyes, which I knew she wouldn’t let me wipe away even if I weren’t tied up, and I knew that my work with that dildo had only begun. “I-I’m sorry, Empress…”

“Sorry is what you say when you plan on no longer making the same mistake again,” she said and then forced me against the cock, forcing the tears in my eyes to spill down my cheeks as I felt it invade my throat and stopped me from breathing. She held me in place, looking down at me as she made me keep that monstrous thing inside me, and shook her head. “I’ll make sure you don’t make it again, my songbird, so your ‘sorry’s are futile.”

Tears flowed from my eyes, but that feeling of joy and elation filled my heart as my eyes searched for her approval and my head nodded. She smiled at me and pulled me back again, letting me breathe, allowing me to say the words she knew I needed to utter more than any others. “P-please, Empress…” I said as soon as my lung had the barest capacity for speech, “never let me escape your cage again.”

The smile on her face turned sadistic. She grabbed my hair with both hands and began forcing me to deepthroat that dildo once more, then pulled back, then forced it down my throat again. I felt the consciousness start to fade from my body as she showed no care for keeping me awake and capable of breathing, but my tongue and mouth worked to pleasure that plastic toy simply because they knew it was what Empress wanted of them.

The color from the corners of my eyes began to fade to a darkening black, and I felt all thoughts fade into a serene, languid white noise of mindless obedience. I could tell my eyes had rolled into the back of my head, and I knew not long remained until I would pass out. Empress remained the only recognizable image inside my mind, as my mind gave way to its instincts of worship, of devotion, of obedience and of pleasuring. She had chosen to remove my consciousness with a dildo, and soon I would fulfill her wish. A feeling of great peace and pleasure filled me and almost drove me to orgasm by itself.

My lungs started gasping for air on instinct, and my mind began racing to think again as I realized that, before I could pass out, Empress had pulled the dick out of my mouth and allowed me to breathe, throwing me on my back on the floor with my tied-up hands behind me. My heart raced and I couldn’t stop my eyes from looking around the room I already considered home as if I had been transported to a new world. Her joyous, orgasmic laughter filled my ears and forced a moan out of me in response. “How delightful, my songbird…” she said with a voice that sounded like it had just experienced a mind-shattering orgasm. “I guess there is no bridge you wouldn’t cross to find a way back to me, is there? You are still, after all these years… mine.”

“Y-yours, Empress… forever.” These words I said came from me without needing to be called for by my brain, as the instinct had been trained into me for all the time I had spent with her, serving her, worshipping her.

“Good girl,” she said, then walked over me to where she kept the ropes, stepping on my belly with a sharp heel like she knew I craved to feel the touch of her sadism more. A groan of pain escaped me and was met with a chuckle, but no other mention. She grabbed more ropes from the box, then came back to my side. As I glanced up, I realized I had been thrown back to where she had installed a hook on the ceiling. The rope clinched my hips to form a harness that left my soaking pussy exposed, which she then tied another rope to. Her hands began forming a star-shaped harness around my chest as well, not allowing my hands to move still, so that she could tie the same rope to it and form a handle that would make it easy to lift me. She pulled on that handle, lifting me from the ground once or twice from her power alone, then tied a knot to it to a fourth rope which she then threw onto the hook. I stared at her with lustful anticipation, but she didn’t give me any satisfaction. She stepped over me, putting one feet to each side of my head, then began pulling on the rope.

I felt the safety and security of the hard floor leave me as I got raised with my head between her legs, knowing what I would be made to do. My legs remained free from her bondage, though I knew better than to ask why, and once I felt the taste of her divine pussy almost fall within reach of my tongue, she stopped raising me and tied the rope to keep me in place.

“You look so gorgeous like this,” she said as her hands traced my body from my nipples down to my crotch, her long nails making me shake in pleasure. “There truly is not better place for someone like you than under me, incapable of escaping, forced to serve at every given moment so that you can never have a bad idea ever again. Wouldn’t you agree, my songbird?”

“Y-yes, Empress,” I said. “I belong at your fe—”

Her pussy shut me up before I could finish, forcing my mouth to stop talking and causing my tongue to begin the duty conditioned into it of licking her in the exact manner she had taught me to do: up and down on the clit, lapping like a desperate dog, then zigzagging with desperation over the rest of it, then circling around it all and repeating. She covered my nose with her thick ass cheeks, preventing me once again from breathing, but I had become single-minded in my focus. As I licked and resumed the duty she had given me, she stood up once more, allowing me to breathe, but filling my heart with the inescapable fear that I hadn’t finished bringing her to orgasm.

“Did you miss the taste of that, my songbird?”

“Yes, Empress,” I said.

“Now say it again without it being automatic,” she said. Though I couldn’t look at her from the position I was in, something about her voice sounded different.

“W-what?”

She lowered her hips to my face again, choking me with her ass as she used my mouth for her own pleasure. I licked and sucked on her clit to the best of my ability, to the best of her training, and tried to lose myself in the purpose she had given me. Her thighs began to press against my face as she shivered and moaned from the pleasure, and I knew I had gotten close to making her come. As my tongue moved to focus on her clit, she pulled herself back up.

“E-Empress?” I asked before she could say anything. She had never, in our entire time together, prevented herself from orgasming.

“Yes, songbird?” she asked, though her voice carried a tone of melancholy.

“Have I served poorly?”

“Will you only serve, songbird?” she asked.

“What?”

“Answer me. Will you only serve? Only find pleasure in obeying, only find purpose in being my property, only… crave having someone tell you what to do, until you find someone you think will make you serve better?”

“Um…” I tried to come up with what to say. “No one could ever rule over me better than you, Empress.”

“And could someone love you better than me?” she asked.

“What?”

“It’s a simple question, Saoirse.”

Her words forced me to recollect myself, to start thinking beyond her training. I couldn’t pretend not to hear the pain in her voice, nor what I had tried to tell myself I didn’t feel. My tongue tied itself up into knots as I tried to muster up something better to say, but in the end only a pathetic admission could muster itself up in my throat. “… I didn’t think I was worthy enough to love you, Raine…”

I felt myself being raised again as she pulled on the rope and forced my face into her crotch then held my head in place by clenching her hips together and crushing my head. Her hands grabbed my hips and pulled them up, leaving me upside-down as I tried to lick her, to worship her, to serve her in the way I had needed to for all these months I lied to myself by staying away from her, and felt a shock of pleasure and utter confusion as I felt her tongue begin licking my needy, wet, desperate pussy.

I tried to bring her to orgasm first, to serve my purpose as her property, to be worthy of all the training she had given me, but the mere fact she had touched my clit with her tongue had been enough to send me shaking into orgasm, my legs kicking and convulsing as I screamed into the place I had longed to obey once more. Her thighs squeezed my head with all the strength I knew she could muster as I felt her squirt all over my face with an orgasm I had never known she was capable of.

She and I both trembled in the aftermath, her using me almost as a weight, but soon she recomposed herself, let me hang by the rope once more, and stepped back. I stared into her tearful eyes as they came into view from behind her crotch, and my heart hurt with the acknowledgement of what I had never considered to be possible. She kneeled before my eyes, her face approaching my own, seeming not to care about the mess it had become from her own fluids, and she kissed me on the lips, then opened her mouth and began using her tongue to make out with me. As I tried to kiss her back without losing my mind to the turmoil of emotions that ran through me, I heard her speak into my mouth, muttering again and again.

“… Love you, love you, love you, love you, love you…” were the words I could barely understand. At last, she broke the kiss and stared into my eyes, her upside-down visage only forcing a bigger pang into my heart.

“I… love you so much, Raine… I just never expected you would—”

She interrupted me with another kiss, then pulled back and squeezed my cheeks as hard as she could with her hands. “I LOVE YOU!” she shouted. “Never, ever, fucking ever dare leave me again, you damn songbird! I’m never letting you go again!”

I stared into her tearful eyes, the mixture of guilt, relief and elation overwhelming me. Nothing in my entire training could have ever prepared me for what she had told me now, there was nothing inside my mind that I felt could measure up to what she deserved to hear from me… but still I felt compelled to answer. “I love you. I’m sorry. You’ll never have to worry about me running away again… I promise.”

Her face, which had tried to remain calm, broke into a sob, then laughter, and then finally she leaned forward and kissed me, keeping me within her grasp the entire time. I could feel the grip she had on me close into what she and I had always wanted, but had always filled me with too much fear to do. As I leaned into her kiss, bliss took over my entire being, washing away all that had held me back from being hers, from this desire we both had. Now, for the first time, I had found true happiness in the cage.