Kinktober 2023 #4 - Deprivation/Safe 

Content warnings: BDSM Fantasy, F/mf, femdom, lesdom, non-consensual, kidnapped, bondage, bondage slavery, slave training, cages 

Vera was always careful not to cause her trainees too much distress when they were in their cages. It was her opinion that the best way to acclimate a less than willing guest to the small metal home she provided them was to ensure that they were safe when inside.

Pain and punishment stopped when Vera’s guests were in their cages. She didn’t even use vibrators unless she allowed guests the opportunity to request one, and only the most well behaved were given that chance. The early days of their training were filled with hard work, humiliation and—when they disobeyed—pain.

Once they were in the cage, most of it stopped. They were still likely to be uncomfortable, of course, and being in a cage was inherently humiliating for those who tried to hold on to their dignity. But for the most part the cage was the only place they could have a moment to think for themselves. It was the closest thing they had to a private space to take a deep breath and not have to worry about being trained or punished.

This was not to say they could not be punished for their behavior within their cages. Speaking without permission, disrespecting their betters, or clear attempts at escape were all punishable offenses. But that punishment would come later, outside the cage. Nothing would happen to them in the cage itself.

The safety of the cage was critical for Vera’s training methods. Once they grew to accept that safety she would add blindfolds, cuffs, gags, collars, and earplugs to the mix. The guests would be given these objects before going in the cage and expected to keep them on. Removing them, or attempting to remove them, were punishable offenses.

At first Vera’s guests would react badly to promises of going back to their cage when they were done with the day’s training. It was an inescapable reminder of their circumstances, of the fact that their lives now revolved around unquestioning obedience to their betters. Gradually it would dawn on them that even the harsh words stopped when they were enclosed within the solid, deceptively thin metal bars. Eventually they would become eager to go back.

Vera could see the difference between two guests right then and there. The male was new, a military thug who only thought he understood why discipline was. Vera’s father had been a soldier and would have scoffed at the reports of this trainee’s frat-boy behavior in his previous life. At this point he was still panicking at the sight of his cage. Vera watched him struggle and squirm as her employees stuffed him inside. Maybe he would be one of the trainees that simply wasn’t smart enough to understand the cage was a safe space, but Vera suspected it would penetrate his thick, arrogant skull by the end of the week.

The female, on the other hand, had almost needed to be held back from rushing into her cage. She understood she was safe there. Secure. A nineteen-year-old vagabond brat who Vera’s clients had rescued from a wasted life as a worthless junkie, she was coming along nicely. She accepted her blindfold and the headphones without hesitation. The guards didn't need to put them on her, she deprived herself of her senses on her own, even adjusting the blindfold so it would allow her no light when she lay down on the padded bottom of the cell. Her trust in the safety of the cage was such that she had no problem depriving herself of her senses when inside of it. Not even when she was inside, but when she was still being put inside.

The young woman would likely soon earn herself an upgrade to a cell, which was really just a larger cage. It might distress the little slut to be moved, but she would go in without question. And in a short time she would be as eager to enter that cell as she was to enter a cage now.

Total, submissive obedience. That was what Vera provided to her clients. Her methods weren’t perfect, but they succeeded far more often than they failed.