Message-ID: <61777asstr$1324653008@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com MIME-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: <CAJxz+LzSSKHbHeVx9N9QG+7HYXQrAdSg5EqL2ZcFJ2kAczaDTQ@mail.gmail.com> From: Terri Madison <terri.madison@gmail.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2011 18:50:10 -0600 Subject: {ASSM} Gallery by Terri Madison -- The Cage Lines: 80 Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2011 10:10:08 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2011/61777> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge 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. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+