cage with crying, naked sissy

it was noisy as mistress led me into the club–in a short skirt, thigh highs and red strap-back whoreheels. she was dressed in a black tailored pantsuit. the noise simmered down as she entered towing me along by my leash and pink collar which said S-I-S-S-Y. she guided me (by yanking on the leash) to a couple other doms that she apparently knew and said hello to them as i dropped to my knees and kissed the ass of each of them as she introduced me to them. she smiled at my uninstructed obedient behavior. there was a large wrought iron cage in the center of the room with a crying, naked sissy inside it. the cage was on a rope and pulley rig which could be raised about 12 feet.

the bitch that was currently residing in it was glistening for whatever reason as he was granted release and scurried across the room as though nobody could see him, enduring catcalls, being slapped-ass and face–and groped rather fiercely. i asked mistress alexa why the cage had an assortment of panties in it and she told me that when the caged bitch got felt up successfully or did something degrading as instructed, the dom who ‘scored’ threw her panties into the cage as a tribute to his sissyness.

i leaned into her and commented on a particular pair of lavender lacies(she demanded that i be in panties every day) because i had none of those and she told me that if a sissy bitch had no courage and ran off without collecting their bounty, it was up for grabs. she unleashed me and pushed me forward. i stumbled a little and then minced my naughty heels into the cage hoping these panties were in decent shape. i bent(at the knees) and picked them up-ecstatic at the treasure. clean, perfect condition, and close enough to my size. i could not believe my luck, as i heard the cage door slam shut.

as i heard the cage door slam shut. AS I HEARD THE CAGE DOOR SLAM SHUT. it took that long for my wonderment at my own luck to disappear faster than a nice set of rims at a p diddy concert. not just trapped, but exposed–as my pantiless sissy ass was slowly hoisted into the air!! and -not out of shame, since i was in a skirt, nylons and heels-i quickly stepped into the lavender panties, unaware that quick thinking was forbidden here in ‘she speaks’.

as mistress alexa barked at me, i reluctantly shed my newfound love, one leg at a time, until the only crotchcover i had was firmly in my fist. the cage was elevated to about 10 feet and every lady in the place could see up my skirt at my nasties–shaved and on display. i noticed i was one of only 3 or 4 “men” in the place as i felt the cage being lowered to the floor. finally- i could reconnect with my mistress and exit this cage. i saw a tall redheaded, leatherclad dom hang a sign of ‘rules’ on the wall as i hit the floor. unable to read them i was grateful that ms alexa came to me and told me to back myself into the rear corner of the cage and do everything this redhead instructed me to do. i backed to my corner, still looking at my mistress, as i felt the cage at my back and hands raise my skirt.

my man nuts were seized in a tight fist, tied with a tight strip of leather, and then fastened to the bottom bar of my new home–effectively assuring that i was exposed and bent over. the volume level went skyward but i had no idea why? mistress filled me in: the redhead was the owner of the lavender panties and she ‘won’ me because i chose them. the cheering was because a roulette wheel was being brought out to be spun and determine who got me first. what? thats right–it was ‘sissy gets used’ night. there would be 3 spins and each ‘winner’ would be using me however she felt. before any of this happened, two gorgeous doms were delivered to the top of the cage and one strolled over to the corner above me, took her panties off and tossed them down at my bent over sissified self. she then pissed down on me-long and hard. then mistress number two pissed me–to the absolute delight of the doms watching.

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