Birthday Dare bondage story | cage, present, cuffs

This is the first tale of a four part series chronicling the fun and games which a couple of bondage switches get up to... Neale says that they are designed to stimulate the imagination rather than provide explicit detail.

It was that ad in the local paper that had brought the lovely Michele into my life. Like me, she loved both being tied up and tying up, we took turns in playing top or bottom and always played with fun only in mind. Safe words were not needed as we both understood the limits and always asked before pushing them.

Over the next few months we had played numerous games, but our favourite was dare. No truths as in Truth or Dare, we just kept challenging each other to experience new positions or situations.

One night in mid summer as we lay together on the warm grass, just enjoying each other's company, Michele had looked at me and said, "My current contract at work finishes on the day before your birthday so I am prepared to offer you a week of me, full time, as a present."

"Use it wisely," she added with a grin.

I immediately started planning. The next two weeks flew past as I ran around spending hundreds of dollars on equipment and hours in the playroom building my present. It was a pain not having the playroom for two weeks, but it would be worth it. I kept the door firmly locked against Michele's prying eyes.

On the big day, I waited while Michele made me a lovely breakfast in bed and cleaned up while I showered and mentally prepared myself.

"Ok, lover boy," she said, "I am all yours. Five fabulous days starting now! What do you want me to do?"

"Come with me into the bedroom," I commanded with a leer.

"Yes SIR!" she replied with that impish grin that drove me wild with desire.

Once we got to the bedroom, I approached her with the padded leather blindfold, "Lights out for a while," I said applying the blindfold around her lovely eyes. Her eyes sparkled as they disappeared beneath the fur-lined leather.

"Clothes off," I said as I lovingly undressed her.

"You make a great ladies maid," she taunted, "Must remember that when it's your turn."

I gently smacked her bum and said, "Sounds fun, but it's your turn now."

Numerous distractions started to occur as I undressed her, but I kept my mind firmly on the job in hand and that was not easy at all.

My hands shook with pent up emotion as I then guided my beautiful naked blind partner into the playroom and towards my present.

"Wait here a minute, please." I asked.

CLANG! went the door of the cage as I quickly shut it and slid home the top and bottom bolts.

"Take off your blindfold," I said as I sat back on the rack to admire her body and reaction. The look on Michele's face was amazing. Her eyes flew wide open as she looked around her shiny black prison with delight and surprise.

The cage was constructed from black-coated aluminium security grill. This is the same material used for shark cages. It is very, very strong but very light.

The cage was mounted on a solid wood base that was padded with 10 cm of foam to provide a very comfortable base for my prisoner to lie on. Black vinyl covering over the foam rubber provided an easy clean surface.

The cage was mounted on castors to enable it to be moved easily. The cage was carefully built to be low enough and narrow enough to pass through doors, but high and long enough to allow the prisoner to stand up and lay down full length.

The door locked with top and bottom dead locks and a smaller locking hatch would allow for food and a bedpan to be provided with no risk of escape.

"I don't believe it!" screamed Michele in delight. "Who's present is this? Yours or mine?"

"Both I would say," I replied laughing with shared delight at her reaction. "I am sure I will get to spend some time in there over the years."

Michele tested the cage by grabbing the grill and shaking it. The sight of this naked young full-bodied woman standing in a cage her whole body reacting as she shook the grill drove me insane.

"I love it!" she cried and shook the cage again.

Over the next few days, Michele never left her prison or was permitted to wear any coverings of any type. As the days wore on, she discovered how carefully I had designed the cage. The hatchway allowed me to supply food, water and toileting without opening the door. The size and lightweight construction allowed me to move her around the house with ease.

When I sat in the lounge and watched TV she joined me sitting cross-legged on the floor of her cage. When I went out and enjoyed the sun on the deck, Michele was wheeled out to sunbath naked in her cage. (we had brought the house with outdoor privacy in mind).

Wherever I went, she was there with me, sometimes standing or pacing back and forward in her cage; sometimes laying down propped up on one elbow smiling at me.

One warm night, she slept under the stars in her cage, lying naked on her back, enjoying nature's show.

The next day she looked at me and said, "Love, I am getting fairly horny. You must be the same. How about letting me out for a little fun?"

I agreed that I was starting to miss her company in bed, but had no intention of letting her wander about free. However I would arrange something.

Quickly, I went to our store cupboard and gathered some our playthings up. Both being into bondage and being management consultants, we had the time and money to have plenty of bondage equipment.

I opened the hatch and passed the 'toys' into her. "Right, I want you to follow my instructions to the letter. Once you are safely secured, I will carry you out for some good old-fashioned sex. Freedom however you will not have."

I made her secure her legs with a 500mm spreader bar, locking both ankles into the padded titanium cuffs. Her knees she secured with a further set of shackles and a solid pivoting linkage rather than a chain.

My favourite restraint, a locking titanium bra with handcuffs hanging off each breast cup secured her arms out of harms way. The cuffs were attached to movable plates inside the cup that turned any pull on her arms into a massage stimulation and squeeze of her breasts.

The bra always drove her wild and the wilder she got, the more she thrashed about with her arms and the more stimulation she received! Before she locked her hands into the cuffs, I insisted she attach a locking posture collar around her neck to keep her eyes averted to the ceiling.

Once she was secured, I opened the door and carried her off to the bed. Safe, secure and very ready for my loving attentions...........

Later that night, I replaced her, still bound, onto the floor of her cage and handled her the keys. "Let yourself out." I said as I shut the door. Michele smiled and slowly moved her hands to release the cuffs, trying to avoid stimulating her already sensitive breasts with more tugging.

The next morning, I said, "Well the week is up tomorrow. Thank you for a really great birthday present."

Michele looked at me with a funny expression in her eyes, "Well, I have been offered this position to write some performance documentation on-line which would take two weeks and if I had a phone and laptop in here then......."

I couldn't help it; my knees just gave way from under me.