How We Trained Our Submissive in a Cage

What I’m about to tell you didn’t begin as an improvised game or a one-night fantasy. It began gradually, with long conversations, written rules, clear limits, and an adult woman who wanted to surrender herself completely. When we met Marina, my partner already had experience with domination, and I had participated a few times, but always from a place of curiosity rather than surrender.

Marina was older than us, confident on the outside and deeply submissive within. The first time she came to our house, there was no immediate sex or spectacular scene. She arrived with a small bag, undressed when we ordered her to, and knelt on the living-room floor with such naturalness that I found myself staring longer than I should have.

—If you’re going to obey me, don’t look at me as if you’re asking permission to breathe —I told her.

—Yes, Mistress —she replied without raising her head.

My partner glanced at me. He knew exactly what was happening. Something inside me had just ignited.

At first, they were occasional sessions. We made her undress, kneel, count every smack out loud, clean the floor while we ignored her, or fuck nearby to remind her where her place was. Humiliation aroused Marina in an almost obscene way. All it took was seeing her drenched, her thighs pressed together, swallowing her moans while we forced her to watch, to understand that this wasn’t some passing whim.

Over time, I began carrying the weight of the scenes. I was no longer merely accompanying my partner: I gave orders, punished her, set the pace. And the more Marina obeyed, the more I enjoyed pushing her a little farther. She sought it out. She asked for it in that way some submissives have of begging without using the words “please.”

One night we put a leather collar on her for the first time. Nothing flashy, nothing theatrical. Just a black strip tightened around her neck, with a ring at the front. It was incredible how her posture changed the instant she felt the buckle click. Her shoulders lowered, her legs opened a little wider, and that mixture of shame and relief appeared on her face—the sight of it drove me wild.

—Now you look like what you are —I told her, tugging the ring to draw her closer—. A real submissive.

She shuddered. My partner stroked her hair with an almost cruel slowness while I slid the tip of my foot between her thighs. She was wet before we had even truly begun.

There was no tenderness that night. I shoved her facedown onto the rug, spread her knees, and gave her a sharp smack that made her hiss through her teeth. Then another. And another. My partner knelt in front of her, seized her chin, and pushed two fingers into her mouth.

—Suck them properly —he ordered—. You’re going to need that mouth open.

Marina obeyed with a muffled moan. I opened the lips of her cunt with my fingers and watched her drip. This wasn’t timid or restrained wetness. She was genuinely aroused, her skin hot and her clitoris hard, trembling simply because the two of us were using her.

I spat on her cunt and began rubbing her with two fingers, slowly at first, then harder, feeling her arch against my hand. My partner pulled out his cock and rubbed it across her face.

—Look at how she gets —he said—. She likes being treated like a thing.

—Because that’s what she is —I replied.

I thrust two fingers into her at once. Marina let out a filthy moan, one of those that can no longer be concealed, and began pushing her ass toward my hand. I held her by the collar to keep her from moving so much and finger-fucked her hard, driving in and out while I heard the wet sounds between her legs.

My partner slapped his cock against her lips.

—Open your mouth for me.

She obeyed at once. I watched her swallow and take him to the back of her throat, coughing a little when he set the pace by holding her hair. Meanwhile, I didn’t stop fingering her, opening her, feeling around inside her. Her cunt throbbed. I slapped her vulva and her whole body jerked.

—You’re going to come when I say so —I whispered in her ear.

I pulled my fingers out and she whimpered. I liked that whimper so much that I smacked her again, harder. Then I lifted her off the floor by pulling on her collar and took her to the bedroom. There, waiting for her, was the metal structure we had bought weeks earlier: a large, low cage, big enough to lock her inside, cramped enough to make her uncomfortable. When she saw it, her expression changed.

—Inside —I ordered.

She hesitated for two seconds. Only two. My partner held the back of her neck and she went in on her knees, defeated and aroused at the same time. I closed the door and slowly turned the padlock, letting her hear the click. Marina squeezed her thighs together and lowered her forehead to the floor of the cage.

—Look at me —I said.

She raised her head. Her breathing was rapid, her cheeks burning, and her cunt was dripping onto the metal.

—Do you like being locked up?

—No, Mistress.

—You’re lying.

—Yes, Mistress —she whispered—. It turns me on so much.

My partner laughed. I unzipped his trousers and knelt in front of the cage. I wanted Marina to watch from inside as I sucked his cock while she could do nothing but observe. I pulled it out, hard and hot, and began licking it from base to tip. Marina let out such a desperate moan that I continued with even more eagerness.

My partner gently took hold of my hair, letting me set the pace. I sucked him while looking at her: her hand had wandered between her legs on its own, rubbing herself secretly inside the cage.

—Take your hand out —I said without stopping.

She withdrew it immediately.

I kept sucking until I felt his cock grow taut in my mouth. Then I stood, opened the cage, and pulled Marina out on all fours. I put her on her knees in front of us and moved her chin aside with the tip of my foot.

—Now you.

She lunged forward with almost obscene obedience. She took him into her mouth as far as she could and began sucking hungrily, moving her head quickly and moaning around his cock. I positioned myself behind her, brushed her hair away from her neck, and began pinching her nipples while watching her work. Her back was arched, her ass raised, completely surrendered.

I put my hand between her legs and found her soaked again. I circled her clitoris with two fingers and began rubbing in firm circles. Marina nearly lost his cock from the jolt.

—Don’t slow down —he growled, holding her head.

I kept touching her until I felt her nearing the edge. The trembling thighs, the broken breathing, the body begging to come. Then I pulled my hand away sharply.

—I haven’t given you permission.

She squealed in frustration. The sound sent a brutal heat through my lower belly. I no longer wanted merely to watch. I wanted to fuck her.

I laid her on her back, spread her legs, and pushed two fingers inside her again, then three, working her cunt without gentleness. My partner positioned himself behind her head and gave her his cock again to suck while I lowered myself and ate her cunt from the front. I licked her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, then sucked it hard, listening to her choke between one blowjob and the next.

She tasted of pure arousal. Of hot skin, submission, and that mixture of shame and desire that drove her crazy. I spread her legs farther and buried my tongue as deeply as I could. Marina writhed.

—Mistress... please...

—Please what?

—Let me come.

I slapped the inside of her thigh.

—Not yet.

I stood and made her get on all fours on the rug. My partner grabbed her collar to keep her head up while I positioned myself behind her with a thick dildo we had used on her before. I rubbed it against the entrance to her cunt, slowly, watching her open and wait. Then I drove it all the way inside with one firm thrust.

She screamed. Not from real pain, but from the impact, the fullness, the physical humiliation of feeling herself opened and used. I began fucking her with the toy at a steady pace, dry at first, harder afterward. The wet sound filled the room.

My partner spat into her mouth and said:

—Swallow.

She swallowed.

I didn’t stop. I drove the toy deep while my other hand kneaded one of her tits and twisted her nipple. Her back was red from the smacks, her ass tense, the lips of her cunt shining. Every time she shifted backward, seeking more, I answered with a harder thrust.

—That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? —I said—. To be used like an obedient whore.

—Yes, Mistress... yes...

—Say it properly.

—Like an obedient whore.

My partner released her collar only to take her hands and hold them behind her back. She was completely exposed to me. Then I replaced the dildo with my hand and thrust my fingers into her violently, opening her, pawing at her as if her cunt belonged more to my whim than to her body.

With my free hand I gave her such a hard smack that it left a mark immediately. Marina came with that blow, filthily and involuntarily, squeezing her cunt around my fingers while moaning as if something had been torn out of her.

—Look how easy it was to break you —I whispered.

We didn’t let her rest. My partner turned her around and sat her on his thighs, facing away from him. His cock brushed against her entrance and she trembled, exhausted and ready for more. I sat in front of her and kissed her for the first time all night. A wet, dominant, almost insulting kiss. Then I spat on her tongue and grabbed her breasts.

He penetrated her in a single thrust. Marina opened her mouth in a silent moan, throwing her head back against his shoulder. He began fucking her with deep thrusts, holding her by the waist. I watched him slide in and out, watched her cunt open, watched it shine more and more between her legs.

I pinched her nipples hard.

—Look at me while he fucks you.

She did. Her eyes were glassy, surrendered. My partner sped up behind her. The sound of pelvis striking ass became harder, faster. Marina clutched my forearms in a desperation I made no attempt to soften.

—Tell me who you belong to —I demanded.

—You two.

—Who does that cunt belong to?

—You two, Mistress.

—And that mouth?

—That too.

I put two fingers into her mouth and she sucked them without looking away from me while she continued being fucked. My partner grunted behind her; he was close. I rubbed her clitoris with my other hand, fast and firm, giving her no respite.

Marina came again with a brutal spasm. Her cunt clenched around my partner’s cock and he couldn’t hold out any longer. He emptied himself inside her in several spasms, holding her tightly, buried to the hilt. She moaned, almost crying, broken and happy.

***

After that night, the cage stopped being an accessory. It became the center of many scenes, and of the life we built with Marina. It was never an improvised confinement or something without agreements: she accepted more rules than I thought anyone could accept. And yet, every time we turned the padlock, her body reacted as if we were desecrating her.

There were afternoons when we came home and already had a specific order waiting for her. Undress. Collar. Knees on the floor. Crawl to the kitchen. If she obeyed well, caresses, attention, perhaps an orgasm. If she failed, punishment. Isolation. Cage. Spanking. Silence.

What aroused me most wasn’t the pain, but the contrast. Seeing her transformed into a functional, intelligent, mature woman, and minutes later having her naked, licking the floor where a little wine had spilled. Seeing her dignity tremble across her face while she obeyed anyway.

One afternoon we punished her for something minor: answering me with an explanation I hadn’t asked for. I sent her to the cage for an hour, completely naked, with a vibrator strapped between her thighs and forbidden to come. I placed it there myself, adjusting it so the tip brushed exactly where she needed it most. Then I locked the padlock.

—If you come before I return, you’ll spend the night locked up —I told her.

When I returned to the bedroom, she was sweating. The vibrator was still buzzing between her legs, and her fingers were dug into the metal floor to keep herself from touching it. Her cunt was dripping. Her breathing came out ragged.

—Mistress... I can’t take any more.

—Of course you can. You’ve been able to for an hour.

I opened the cage only enough to put my hand inside and thrust two soaked fingers all the way in. She screamed. I began fucking her with my hand through the bars while my other hand twisted one of her nipples. She couldn’t move properly. She couldn’t open her legs all the way. That discomfort made her even more vulnerable.

—Tell me how much you like being in there.

—So much.

—Louder.

—So much, Mistress!

I pulled my fingers out and brought them to her mouth. She sucked them eagerly. Then my partner appeared in the doorway, unbuttoned his trousers, and approached the cage without saying a word. Marina looked at him and her whole body tensed.

—Open it —he said.

I did. She started to come out, but I stopped her with one hand on her chest.

—No. Stay halfway out.

The position was humiliating and awkward: knees inside, torso outside, ass raised. My partner positioned himself behind her and spread her buttocks. I stood in front so she could kiss my feet, then my legs, then my belly over my clothes. He pushed his cock inside her slowly, letting her feel every inch. Marina closed her eyes and released a deep moan.

—Open your eyes —I ordered—. I want to see your face while he fucks you like this.

He began slowly, sliding in and out with a rhythm that drove her crazy because it wasn’t enough. I grabbed her jaw and made her look at me. Her shame aroused her; it showed in the way she dripped, in the way she clenched her cunt every time he sank deeper.

—Ask for more —I said.

—More, please.

—That’s not good enough.

She swallowed. Her voice was broken.

—Fuck me harder, please.

My partner smiled and obeyed. He gave her a hard thrust that made her collide with my hip. Then another. And another. The cage vibrated with the movement. I put two fingers into her mouth while he fucked her faster and faster. Marina drooled, moaned, trembled, completely submissive to the scene.

I lowered my hand between her legs and rubbed her clitoris without mercy. It took no time at all for her to fall apart. She came screaming around his cock, her body convulsing. My partner followed seconds later, emptying himself with a deep grunt while digging his fingers into her hip.

I left her like that for a few seconds, open and panting, still halfway between the cage and the room. Then I kissed her forehead and whispered:

—Good submissive.

It was one of the few times I saw her cry with relief.

***

As the months passed, our dynamic grew more intense, more consuming, more present even when there was no sex. That was what frightened us most and aroused us most at the same time. Marina didn’t just want sessions. She wanted structure, control, belonging. She wanted us to command her, make the decisions, close the cage door on her and take the world away for a few hours.

We, too, grew accustomed to that surrender. To coming home and finding her kneeling. To deciding whether there would be a reward or a punishment that night. To using her body for our pleasure without needing to dress it up. And amid all of it, the sex remained brutally good.

I remember one particularly intense night. We were tense, arguing over something else, and we poured it all into the scene. I made her stand against the hallway wall, hands raised, legs spread. I didn’t even let her speak. I yanked down her underwear and put my hand between her legs.

She was wet.

—You don’t even know whether I’m in a good mood, and you’re already dripping —I told her.

—I always get like this when you touch me.

I gave her a light slap, just to put her back in place.

—I didn’t ask you to speak.

My partner held her wrists above her head while I knelt and opened her cunt with my fingers. I licked her without gentleness, eating her while she stood, forcing her to remain still. Every time she tried to move her hips in search of more, I spanked her.

I heard her gasp, gradually losing control. My partner opened her shirt, pulled out her tits, and began pinching them while I continued with my tongue buried between her lips. Marina was on the edge. I rose, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and told her:

—To the bedroom. Crawl.

We followed her, watching as she moved naked down the hallway toward the cage. When she reached it, she didn’t even need to be told. She went in by herself. That detail, that mixture of habit and desire, pierced me in a very strange way: a little pride, a little guilt, and an enormous amount of arousal.

I took her out immediately. Not to let her rest, but to put her facedown on the bed. I tied her wrists with a short strap to the headboard and spread her legs. My partner stood in front of her and put his cock in her mouth while I, behind her, lubricated her ass with my fingers.

Marina tensed. Anal wasn’t a punishment for her; she liked it far too much. Precisely for that reason, we saved it for certain nights. I massaged her entrance slowly, then inserted one finger, then two. I felt her tighten, accept, yield little by little.

—Relax —I told her—. If you behave, I’ll put the whole thing in.

She moaned around my partner’s cock. I kept working her with my fingers until I felt she was ready. I put on the harness and pressed it against her entrance. She felt it and gave a small jump. I stroked her back.

—Stay still.

I entered very slowly at first. Her ass opened around the toy, centimeter by centimeter. Marina moaned through the gag, tense, swallowing cock in front while receiving it from behind. When I was fully inside, I stayed still for a moment, enjoying the tremor running through her body.

—Now —I whispered.

I began fucking her. Slowly. Deeply. Then faster. Harder. My partner set the pace in her mouth at the same time, so we had her completely occupied, filled from front and back. It was obscene to see her like that. Obscene and perfect.

I took his cock out of her mouth so she could breathe, and he immediately spat in her face. She opened her lips and licked herself clean with an obedience that made me even hotter. We continued for quite a while, alternating hard thrusts with short pauses just to hear her beg.

When I pulled out of her ass, she was already trembling all over. My partner turned her onto her back and immediately put his cock into her cunt, taking advantage of how thoroughly undone she was. I rubbed her clitoris with saliva and two fingers while he drove her into the mattress again and again.

—Come —I ordered—. Now you may.

She came brutally, her back arched and a hoarse cry raising goosebumps on my skin. My partner emptied himself inside her afterward. And I finished by masturbating beside them, watching her tremble until I came across my own hand.

The three of us stayed there panting, sweaty, covered in marks, with the confused feeling that we had gone very far and didn’t want to turn back.

That is, ultimately, the most honest thing I can say. It wasn’t a clean fantasy or a perfect textbook dynamic. It was desire, power, surrender, humiliation, and explicit sex lived out to the limit of what the three of us knew how to sustain. And every time I lock the cage and hear her hold her breath on the other side, I know we’re still there: too far gone to pretend this was only a game.