Caged

This book serves as a chronicle Andrea's transformation, the journey she takes from being a free independent woman to living her wildest fantasy and how she copes with this.  Her experiences, emotions and thoughts are vividly captured in her daily diary entries, painting a picture of her inner turmoil as she grapples with the implications of willingly giving up her freedom.

She is completely at the mercy of her new owners, who never take it easy on her, constantly pushing her way beyond what she had ever imagined.  To them, the cage isn't enough...they want her permanently bound, gagged and dressed in latex too.   They indulge in their fantasies while Andrea surrenders completely to their dominance. She revels in the physical discomfort and psychological torment that comes with her new lifestyle, finding solace and escape in the intense emotions that accompany it.

But Andrea also discovers that being a caged slave is not all torment. There are moments of tenderness, care and affection as well. The moments when her owners show her that they see her as more than just a plaything. It is these moments that make her feel valued, cherished and loved.  And then of course there are the incredible orgasms she's rewarded with!

Is the book a reflection of her real life or is it pure fiction? I'll let you decide.

EXCERPT

'Get in… cages are your world and this one is delightfully different... as you are about to find out,' she smiles.

I climb into the tiny cage. It's incredibly solid, extremely tight, extremely short.  I stand with both feet inside wondering if I'll ever be able to fit in it.  It doesn't look big enough to hold an adult human being. Then Lucia pushes me straight down onto my knees.

I slide backwards until my feet touch the bars. CLICK CLICK CLICK... each foot ends up attached to a corner with a solid metal cuff which locks shut with a horribly final sounding click. Then she pushes my upper body down. My head almost hits the other end of the cage and is being pushed down until it is just a few centimetres from the floor and my collar is attached to a solid metal eyelet welded to this... so now it's impossible for me to straighten up.  Then she comes back with a bar that is pushed under my elbows. This is secured to the cage with 2 locks. The bar holds my elbows up in an unnatural position and this is made worse when my elbow cuffs click into place pulling them painfully together.

Even if I hadn't been gagged, words would have failed me, because this cage is something else.  Not a millimetre of movement is available forwards or backwards, and not a millimetre to the side either.

Lucia stands back and admires her handiwork.

'So, mouse for your information this delightful device of torture is called a Pichard Cage... we had the size customised just for you. As you have probably already gathered, it's designed to be incredibly restrictive.  And the plugs just offer that little bit extra… not only do they fill your dirty little holes, but they too hold you in bondage as there is absolutely no way you can wiggle out and they are firmly anchored to the cage. They have a few other hidden surprises too which I'll let you discover.  It's going to be interesting to see how you cope with it... I've never been in a Pichard myself, but I have to say it does look rather challenging.'

My initial thought is that challenging is a huge understatement.  Mistress had previously described it as a torture device and that is way more appropriate.