Celticvirgin
Tribune
I didnt know who she is but she has a very expressive face.
...and you a short life it seems!!!!I didnt know who she is but she has a very expressive face.
It was all my idea this. The site was to be a private thing, just for me. Growing up, experimenting. But the members pulled me in, they were kind and I felt they understood me. The cage was a story, a post. Now it is my reality. The steel frame. The other Irish girl Connie was kind but firm. 'Strip Tash and put your clothes in a neat pile please'. I slipped off my heels. She sat on a stool and watched as I took off my blouse and skirt. Now my bra and my tights. I stood there in my panties and looked at her. 'Everything Tash', I pulled them off and stood there. Connie opened the tiny cage, 'Get in now Tash and be quiet for fuck sake'. I bent down and climbed in on my hands and knees. There was only just room for me. 'How long Connie?, I asked. She smiled her smile, and walked out the door. I crept into a foetal position and waited for something to happen.
I imagine it's true of all of us that lead "normal" lives yet have the desire to be totally humiliated. For me it would be a small crowd of women watching as the executioner pulls my loincloth away leaving me totally naked bound to a cross.Why do I have these feelings? Is it a growing up thing? These dark desires to see myself being utterly humiliated in the most degrading ways imaginable. To be in situations no girl maybe should want to be in. In fact most girls ny age would be appalled if they felt this way. And yet if anyone told me tonight I was to be the subject of these deepest private desires I would happily submit to them body and soul.
It was all my idea this. The site was to be a private thing, just for me. Growing up, experimenting. But the members pulled me in, they were kind and I felt they understood me. The cage was a story, a post. Now it is my reality. The steel frame. The other Irish girl Connie was kind but firm. 'Strip Tash and put your clothes in a neat pile please'. I slipped off my heels. She sat on a stool and watched as I took off my blouse and skirt. Now my bra and my tights. I stood there in my panties and looked at her. 'Everything Tash', I pulled them off and stood there. Connie opened the tiny cage, 'Get in now Tash and be quiet for fuck sake'. I bent down and climbed in on my hands and knees. There was only just room for me. 'How long Connie?, I asked. She smiled her smile, and walked out the door. I crept into a foetal position and waited for something to happen.
without any doubtConnie will be back....count on it!
...Soon enough, Tash...It was all my idea this. The site was to be a private thing, just for me. Growing up, experimenting. But the members pulled me in, they were kind and I felt they understood me. The cage was a story, a post. Now it is my reality. The steel frame. The other Irish girl Connie was kind but firm. 'Strip Tash and put your clothes in a neat pile please'. I slipped off my heels. She sat on a stool and watched as I took off my blouse and skirt. Now my bra and my tights. I stood there in my panties and looked at her. 'Everything Tash', I pulled them off and stood there. Connie opened the tiny cage, 'Get in now Tash and be quiet for fuck sake'. I bent down and climbed in on my hands and knees. There was only just room for me. 'How long Connie?, I asked. She smiled her smile, and walked out the door. I crept into a fetal position and waited for something to happen.
I never left.Connie will be back....count on it!
And I never will!!!I hope not.
I must have fallen asleep a while because I awoke with a start my head cradled in my arm. A key was being put in the lock of the door and turned.
Connie stood in the doorway with two other girls behind her but it was Connie I saw first. She was dressed now in military style shorts and a tight T shirt. On her feet she wore boots and her flame red hair was tied back tight behind her neck. She looked wonderful but gone was her smile. She looked at me disdainfully and ordered the other two girls in behind her.
Both of these I recognised as Barbara and Little Siss. Both girls were dressed in similar fashion wearing tight corsets and thigh lenght boots. Both girls had their hair tied back too.
They entered the room and stood looking at me curiously. I tried talking to them adressing them in a friendly fashion but was ignored. They were talking about the foul smell but spoke of me only as IT or HER. Connie pointed to a fire hose on the wall and directed the two girls to wash me and the cage before removing me.
Barb went and fetched the hose while Siss unwound it behind her. Approaching my cage she told Siss to turn it on full blast. A powerfull jet of ice cold water was directed at me soaking me all over. Barb held it in postion for about four minutes making sure to completely drench me in its icy spray. Gasping for breath they eventually turned it off.
Connie now came and unlocked the cage door. I couldnt crawl out on my own so Barb and Siss pulled me out by my arms onto the concrete floor. I lay there stupified as i felt my limbs coming to life. Of a sudden I fell into a paroxym of coughing. I heard a mans voice at the door. Bring it upstairs he ordered. The guests are arriving.