I know why the caged bird sings

by Molly Moore
Girl in caged touched by other girls

6th June 2012

I knew exactly where he was leading me even though I was blinded folded. He had been whispering bad filthy words into me ear all evening about the cage and as a result I had found myself both drawn towards it and avoiding it in fairly equal measures. The shy timid girl in me hated the thought of all the attention it would bring, she would much rather be the girl giving the attention than receiving it and then there was the dirty little exhibitionist girl who wants to be watched, used and talked about. The battle between the two rages but without him to push me the shy girl would win every time.

Even as he secured my wrists to the chains I was still muttering protests, pleading for him not to do this, begging for him to remove the blindfold so I could at least see, but all my words were ignored and the little click of the bolt on the door of the cage seemed to ring in my ears as he stepped away and left me there.

The chatter in the room continued unabated as I waited, the feeling of vulnerability dancing around inside my brain and making my body fizz with the anticipation of what might happen next. The first touch was like an electric shock coursing through my skin causing me to recoil into the back of the cage only to be met by another hand behind me and sharp nails grazing over the already bruised skin of my bottom.

At first they were gentle, teasing in their touch, a little flutter of fingers on my thighs, a brush of warmth from a hand against the rise of my bosom. As I pressed into one it would disappear only to be replaced by another from below or behind. The tight confines of my corset held my waist and hips and protecting me from their gropes but gradually their touch became more insistent, more demanding and more intimate.

Woman locked in a cage and touched my other girls

Fingers, that a moment ago had been tentative and fleeting, now made their determined journey across the bare skin at the top of my stockings and in to my panties. Immediately I could feel the muscles inside my pussy twitch in anticipation and it took all my control not to grind down on the invading fingers like a bitch in heat. Instead I froze as I waited to see just how far her touch was going to go. All I could think about was the hand between my thighs and dull throbbing ache of my clit that was just millimetres from it but as if the others had sensed they had momentarily lost my attention they seemed to crowd into the cage further, tugging at the stays of my corset, nipping and pinching at my arse and clawing at the flesh around my neck and shoulders.

For a brief moment I felt like they were stripping me bare not just of my clothes but of my sanity too. Her hand was warm on my neck, I wasn’t expecting to be treated so roughly and so when she grabbed at my hair and pulled me back onto her I moaned with fear, excitement… I am not sure which. Her breath was warm on my ear and I could hear the naughty little smile in her voice as she whispered evil words into my ear. (She has never said as such but I know she would love to pay me back for selling her out to him…. and the alleyway.)

girl chained up in cage and used by other girls

My mind is buzzing right now, jumping from one touch to another, desperately trying to keep up with it all but then fingers start to slip into the folds of my pussy and I can feel them delicately tracing my juices around my opening and over my clit sending pulse waves through the muscles in my cunt. As the fingers probe and play between my thighs I find myself longing for more, more fingers, more hands, her touch is almost too soft, teasing in its nature and a low desperate growl fills my throat. To my surprise her fingers are suddenly gone. I nearly cry out with the frustration of it all but I am silenced by more fingers, a brief delicate trace across my lips and then more insistent as they find their way into my mouth and onto my tongue and I know they are her fingers because I would recognise that taste anyway. It is my taste. Between my thighs there are more fingers, pulling my panties aside and exploring me and I can feel the muscles of my thighs begin to twitch and dance in response. The room of people around me has long been forgotten, the darkness of the blindfold somehow making it safe for me to forget and just wallow in the sensations.

Their touch is electrifying, teasing, delicious and dirty and I can feel the moisture oozing from my pussy. There are kisses, one from lips I know and another from lips I don’t, but even to this day, long to kiss again. Another pays close attention my bottom, the earlier flogging has left the skin raw and hyper sensitive and even though her touch sends pinpricks of pain through my body I can’t help but press back against her hand, looking for more. Of all the hands on me her constant pressing, squeezing, scratching and nipping at my sore flesh is the most addictive.

Girl in caged touched by other girls

Suddenly there is new touch, firmer, harder, more possessive around my neck and then lips on mine, consuming me, reminding me that I am his toy. The other hands melt away leaving me wanton and hungry for more but he has other plans. Pulling the blindfold from around my head he leads me from the cage. I drop my gaze, I can’t bear to look at them, whoever they are, and I can feel my face flush with embarrassment as he guides me across the room to the St Andrews Cross. Suddenly the shy girl is back and I want to hide away from all the eyes that I can feel on me. Just like the hands from moments before they make me squirm.

As he lifts my wrists to the shackles on the cross he mutters into my ear and I know that the cage was his grand tease, his game to make me ache….

“Now it is really time to celebrate your birthday Slut”


Ps… This is my first ever piece for Wicked Wednesday and this weeks prompt is Celebrate. Click the icon below to see who else is joining in

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Steve June 5, 2012 - 11:58 pm

What a fabulously sensual and erotic piece of writing. I felt every touch;) x

mollyskiss June 6, 2012 - 12:05 am

*giggles… just like me then 😉


Sadey June 5, 2012 - 11:58 pm

This is great, Molly. The writing, photos… fantastic.

And you’re very brave to ask for the blindfold to be removed. If I was in that situation *without* a blindfold, I would’ve been begging for one.

mollyskiss June 6, 2012 - 12:04 am

In hindsight you are probably right but I HATE not being able to see, no matter what is going on, seeing is always my preference but on this occasion the blindfold certainly added to the experience


Stranded June 6, 2012 - 3:34 am

Sensory deprivation, on any level, is a wonderful thing…


Rebecca Lowrie June 6, 2012 - 7:41 am

Wow, how wonderfully naughty! I totally understand the rage between the shy girl and the ‘dirty little exhibitionist girl’! Excruciating and delicious at the same time. You describe your experience so beautifully, I was turned on and a bit scared at the same time!

Penny June 6, 2012 - 9:47 am

What a wonderfully sexy story. Like Steve said, I feel I was there with you, through every touch and thought. I especially liked how you described the 2 inner girls inside you and their conflicting emotions; I can definitely identify with that. And as always, your images are perfect erotic visuals to add to the story. I will definitely add the cage to my many fantasies 😉

thelongbean June 6, 2012 - 12:21 pm

Love the piece, and your description is so enthralling.

I love being in a cage and blindfolded. Even more sensual is having your hearing removed (by ear plugs) so the only sense available is touch.

My Domme once secured me in a Grope box so the “feelers” could not see who or what they were groping. Luckily for me, she would only allow female partygoers to do the groping!

Anonymous June 6, 2012 - 2:45 pm

I was there. This was amazing. I want to be the girl in the cage next time.

Mia's Musings June 6, 2012 - 4:33 pm

ohhh!! How very naughty……….

~Mia~ xx

ted_subby June 6, 2012 - 7:05 pm

Great story!!

KaziGrrl June 6, 2012 - 7:24 pm

Looks as though some wicked fun was had. 🙂

I love the “freedom” of the blindfold, my Sir uses it for all our scenes.

~Kazi xxx

Rebel June 6, 2012 - 7:43 pm

Such a fabulous way to celebrate your birthday!
I recognized the shy girl that would always win, was it not for him to push you. I am the same. Great HOT piece of writing, Molly!
Thanks for joining in 😀
Rebel xox

thekinkyminx June 6, 2012 - 9:20 pm

oh my! That was simply delicious….I could feel every touch of those fingers…would love to have been in that room.

Jack and Jill June 7, 2012 - 12:02 am

We’ve experimented with sensory deprivation – though not quite like you describe here – and we find it to be quite exhilarating. Great post!

Twisted Angel June 7, 2012 - 6:42 am

Coming by from Wicked Wednesday and am I glad I did. Although being in that kind of situation would terrify me like it did you , I can absolutely understand the eroticism in it as well. You did a wonderful job of making us all a part of it as well.

thekinkyminx June 7, 2012 - 4:55 pm

please please PLEASE write about what happens next! I have had to come back to this as it was such a turn on!

mollyskiss June 8, 2012 - 1:22 pm

I have already posted the result of what happened next….



Ms F June 10, 2012 - 6:33 am

Oh my word. You have lived, and now so very eloquently shared, one of my greatest fantasies. Wow. Just, wow. Thank you for sharing. 🙂

travelnurse November 25, 2012 - 6:18 am

That actually does sound quite exciting!


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