The Next Morning - Locked Up

“The Next Morning – Locked Up” was written for BDSMforyou.nl by Mistress Moriah.

It was the weekend. He opened his eyes when he heard Her wake up. Her call of ‘slave’ was his daily alarm clock. An alarm clock without a ‘snooze function’. As usual he wanted to jump up, but he clearly wasn't fully awake yet. He had forgotten that the previous evening his Domina had put his head in a wooden box. The next morning, still half asleep, he hadn't been aware of it any more. At the sound of Her ‘slave’ he had shot up by reflex and smashed his head against the wood. Out of pain and annoyance he threw the box off his head and rushed to his Domina. He knelt down beside Her bed.

Where is the box?

She looked at him in surprise. ‘Where is the box?’ were Her first words. For a moment he was thrown. Pointing behind him at the box, he stammered, ‘There on the floor’.
‘Did I say it was allowed off?’ She said coldly.
‘Er… no…, but…’ he stuttered.

Before he could finish his sentence, he felt Her hand full in his face. ‘No buts!’ She said loudly. ‘That is exactly the reason why it had to be possible to put a lock on it! And you forgot to take that into account when you built it. And on the very first morning you immediately commit an offence! Bungler!’

Ranting

It was quiet for a moment. He looked at the floor in shame while She continued Her ranting: ‘So you didn't do it properly, and I want you to think about that carefully today. First run My bath and squeeze a grapefruit for Me. And be quick about it, because I have an appointment today. Too bad for you, because I've planned a nice date today with an exciting bull. I would have liked to take you along for the necessary odd jobs and assistance, but after this botched work I won't even consider it. I'll simply enjoy myself alone today. Or you know what? I'll call another slave who may serve Me today! You stay here to think about your botched work!’ She looked at him searchingly for a moment, but his gaze was still fixed on the floor.

You have to earn your freedom!

‘Get your cb, because for the time being you're going back under lock and key! After all, you have to earn your freedom.’
He fetched his cb, crawled back to his Domina and let Her lock his cage. The keys were safely stowed on a silver chain around Her neck. Then he ran Her bath and went to squeeze the grapefruit for Her. Above his head he heard Her bath sounds. He brought the fresh juice to Her while She was still in the bath. While She enjoyed the juice and the warm water, he massaged Her feet. He knew She enjoyed this and he liked doing it for Her. Hopefully this would put Her in a somewhat milder mood. She had seemed quite angry…

Broad smile

After Her bath, She got dressed and did Her make-up. In between She made a phone call to another slave. He could be at the door at any moment.
It had hurt him that he wasn't allowed to come along. He felt replaceable, worthless, and the pain of humiliation, jealousy and rejection raced through his body.
When the bell rang through the house he opened the door for the other slave and let him in. She walked up to him with a broad smile and had him kiss Her boots at length.

He looked the other way, because seeing his Domina in the arms of a bull had something exciting about it too. After all, he knew She would never want to share Her life with a macho man, but watching Her have Her feet kissed by another slave, knowing that this slave was allowed to serve Her today, hurt. Naturally he wanted to feel special to Her, and he didn't have that feeling now. He felt replaceable by the first person who came along and experienced this as pure humiliation. Mental pain.

Come along!

‘Slave, come here!’ She called him over. ‘Come along, you!’ She grabbed him by his collar and pulled him along to the torture chamber. She opened the metal cage and made him get in. ‘This is a nice place to think everything over properly. I've put an empty bottle here for emergencies, perhaps you can quench your thirst with it later. I'm going to have fun now and you stay here in your cage like a good boy.’ As She spoke the words She turned the lock of his cage shut. She turned around and walked away.

Necessary chores

He heard the front door fall shut and then it was quiet. For a moment he could enjoy the silence. His life was always busy; besides his work outside the home, She always had the necessary chores that needed doing. The silence quickly turned into a quiet longing and a feeling of loneliness. Powerless abandonment. His focus was entirely on Her while he felt a painful absence, a deep longing and a growing sense of fear. What if that other one pleased Her more? What then? She controlled his life. Without Her he was nothing any more. Not only mentally but also physically and financially. Could he really count on Her ultimate trust?

Hours of confinement

Minutes became hours. Everything he could think about had by now passed through his head. By now he had mirrored, considered, reflected on, explored in depth and examined various thoughts from every side. The hours of confinement were not only his loneliest but often also the most instructive hours. It was precisely during hours like these that he had come to fine insights.

Deeper than he could ever get outside the cage. Restriction gives freedom, he had realised that long ago. ‘In physical bondage, able to fly mentally’, She always called it. She was right. Of course She was right. She was intelligent, which was ultimately why he had fallen for Her.

Dominating

She could dominate him both physically and mentally. Hours later there was still no sign of life from his Domina. His body ached, all his muscles were sore with lactic acid. He no longer knew how to sit or lie to feel as little pain as possible. But the worst pain was in his head. He felt abandoned… and lonelier than ever.

In the end he had fallen asleep a little when he woke with a start at sounds in the house. His Domina had come home! He was glad and delighted. She would surely come to him now and set him free. His punishment was over!
The door of the room opened and there She stood. Little remained of Her usually carefully made-up face and well-kept hair. In the dimness of the weak light, however, he saw red flushes on Her cheeks. By the look of it She had enjoyed Herself. She had, at least.

Nice day?

‘So, slave, did you have a nice day too?’ She asked cynically. ‘Not thirsty?’ She asked, pointing at the full bottle beside him. ‘Sleep well, slave.’ With those words She turned around and walked out of the room, leaving him alone again and in the dark.
Sadly he lay down again, mentally broken.

Would She release him?

After a long night he was alert to every sound. Eventually he heard Her walking upstairs, taking a shower and coming down the stairs. ‘Would She release him?’ shot through his head. It took a while before he saw the door open and his radiant Domina standing before him. ‘Good morning,’ She called loudly across the room. ‘Good morning, Domina,’ he said quickly. His voice cracked and his mouth longed intensely for a sip of water. She opened his cage and he threw himself at Her feet. ‘Thank You, thank You, my beautiful, dear Domina!’ He kissed Her feet until She let him know with a simple kick that it was enough. ‘Clean the cage and shower, slave,’ was Her clear instruction. ‘Then you can go and make breakfast.’

Cage clean and off to the bathroom

He quickly cleaned the cage and hurried to the bathroom. He enjoyed the warm water on his stiff muscles. The water on his body, the water in his mouth. How great can the longing for water be.
Once freshened up he put his restraints back on and went downstairs in his daily outfit.

His Lady was sitting on the sofa with a notepad, Her most relaxing pastime. He wondered whether She was writing a new fantasy and whether he would get a part in it. Meanwhile he made breakfast for Her. Once the tray held a glass of fresh orange juice, a soft-boiled egg, a fresh roll with mature cheese and a cup of hot coffee, he walked over to Her and knelt before Her. ‘Here you are, Domina,’ he said to Her as he held out the tray. ‘Just put it aside, little slave.’ As She spoke these words, She spread Her legs for him. ‘I missed you yesterday…’ She said softly.

A feeling of pure happiness shivered through his veins as he let his tongue glide over Her soft Pussy…

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Text: Mistress Moriah
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