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From: Terri Madison <terri.madison@gmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Gallery by Terri Madison -- The Cage
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It's great to be back.  I hope you all are well and that life has been
good to you since we last saw each other.  I've gone through many life
changes.

Recently I've done something I always wanted to do.  I've opened my
very own gallery, of sorts.  Tread carefully, or you might find
yourself on display.


The Cage

A 19-year old exhibit named Autumn stands in a cage which is barely
bigger than her, a few inches to spare on all sides.  She has a large
chest too.   At the time we collected her, she was wearing a 34F bra,
and based upon the way her breasts bounce (or fail to bounce) when
some of the guys enjoy her between showings, they're manmade.  No
doubt she cajoled a rich boytoy to purchase them for her, although now
I'd guess she wishes constantly that she had kept what she was given
by whatever deity she prays and begs to these days.



She's blonde with purple highlights, very slender with, all in all, a
beautiful body.  Big blue doe eyes, and we make her wear lots of
mascara because it forms beautiful patterns when it runs down her face
from all the crying she does.



  Autumn is naked save for a pair of remote controlled vibes which are
buried deeply in her two holes, and a remote butterfly which
unfortunately obscures much of her shaved, pierced clit.  Three
buttons, on a stand in front of this exhibit, control each of the
three respective devices.



Oh, and the bars of the cage are electrified.



Our guests enjoy selecting buttons, or combinations thereof, and
delivering wonderful sensations for Autumn to enjoy.  She does her
best to stand perfectly still, but sooner or later it becomes too much
for her, and she begins trembling and quivering.  There's usually a
rather unusual, though extremely sweet-sounding, combination of
moaning and sobbing, as Autumn of course knows what's coming.  Then
she loses more and more control, and eventually moves too much.  Her
breasts usually end up brushing against the bars of the cage first,
and the jolt sends her backwards so that her back and her ass are
getting it, which then throws her forward mashing her boobs harder
against the terrible walls of her prison.  Eventually she'll reach out
and grab the bars to steady herself, but the current will cause her
hands to clench up and she'll be unable to let go.  All the while, the
patron or patrons enjoying the exhibit are continuing to press the
buttons, and to be fair to Autumn, I designed the cage so that anytime
she is getting shocked, the three toys are also getting exponentially
more power, so that although she is in excruciating agony, she's also
receiving tremendous pleasure.



Toward the end, it's impossible to tell whether the screams of agony
are winning out over the screams of pleasure.  It sure is wonderful to
watch though, and I frequently spend my free time in front of this
exhibit, my hand beneath the waistband of my skirt, while patrons
experiment with the buttons, have contests to see who can get Autumn
off the quickest, who can make her last the longest, and a variety of
other fun pastimes.



When nobody's enjoying her, Autumn stands there, as still as she
possibly can.  After several hours, she'll start to nod off and she'll
then fall against the bars of the cage, which starts the whole thing
all over again so that sleep quickly becomes the last thing on her
mind.  The sleep deprivation adds even more to her torment.  As she
stands there in her little prison for hour after hour, day after day,
Autumn has lots of time to think.  I'll bet she's very, very sorry for
stealing that parking space from me at the mall that Saturday.

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