Story 1: Submissive

Chapter 13:

Days turned to weeks. Spring approached. I read and reviewed sex stories. I researched article topics. I spent my free time cramped in my lonely cage.

NemesisGirl was proud and excited at my "initiative" to secure her choker with a padlock. I wore it every day, only unlocking and removing it to take a shower.

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Late one night I noticed a comment on Gagged Utopia Stories asking me to submit a story of my own.

"That's great, subGrrl," Lisianski said with a hint of glee. "Finally, you must be reviewing the stories with some degree of sincerity! I so excited! What are you going to write about?"

"I wasn't planning on doing it," I admitted.

"Oh, no! You have to do it!"

"But... Don't you know how hard it is to type through these bars all crouched up like this? Besides... I have no idea what to write about..."

"You are going to write the story! Hmmm... it could be about a girl who wants to be someone else in real life... Well... similar like an alternate reflection of herself or something..."

And so... I began spending the next month slowly tapping out a tale which I eventually called "Mirror" to be posted at Gagged Utopia.

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I must admit, for the record, that I have always had an attraction towards bondage and cages and chains and spankings and such. In fact, I found that while some of the stories on Gagged Utopia were complete trash, I actually liked a number of the ones that I read. Either they or the nightly spankings that I received left me feeling somewhat feisty from time to time.

Some nights I found that my arousal would swell to a sharp point; it would become tangible. I would use my hands to shape the arousal into containers that would overrun, perhaps singing bowls. I would run a well moistened finger around the rim and the bowl would sing ecstatic tones of pure joy loudly - F's and G's and high C's - until my arousal would ooze out the bars of my cage, seep and pour over the table and pool on the floor until my darkened room was aglow.

On particularly lustful nights I could achieve a pattern with my ministrations and the legs of my dining room table would creak in rhythm with my yearning songs.

Soon, my efforts became a favorite nightly pastime - a release from the stresses of the day.

Eventually, I finished my story and submitted it to be posted on Gagged Utopia. Lisianski promised me that if it was well received, she would reward me with something special. I was actually nervous to post it. I wanted people to like it. I would be hurt if someone said mean things about it. Then again, I had learned so much about telling sex tales from all the reviewing that I had done, that I felt I was able to avoid cliches.

I awoke early one Saturday morning, naked and folded in my cage. I heard Lisianski talking to someone else, a different voice that I had never heard before. I kept my eyes closed and pretended like I was still sleeping.

"... I think that subGrrl's story is OK," Lisianski was saying. "We'll see what happens when the reviews start coming in."

"I certainly hope so," the unknown voice responded. "It's taking too long for her to show progress. And we really NEED to make progress soon. Things are getting worse and worse each day."

"These things can take time," Lisianski responded. "I still have faith that she is the one who can do it."

"Ok, Lisianski, I trust you. But, depending on the reviews to her story, we may need to... uh... tighten the screws, so to speak."

I opened my eyes to the darkened room. What the hell were they talking about?

"...We'll need to apply decidedly more extreme measures..."


Conclusion of Story 1