Last Cage by Mikel (WebArchive)

Abby stands by a window feeling the heat from the sun increasing on her bare skin, as the first drop of sweat runs down her chest and off her nipple she sighs as her body shudders from the tickling feeling she can do nothing about. Abby had been locked in her first cage when she was eight years old by her older brother. Her brother had tricked her into climbing in, “Just to see if she would fit,” quickly closing the door and putting his locker combination lock around the bars of the door and side. Abby spent the remainder of the day trapped inside the small steel box while her brother went to play with his friends.

At first Abby cried and wailed about being left alone then slowly she became accustomed to her metal prison and curled up and fell asleep. When her brother finally came home and unlocked the cage, she found she missed it and was often found sleeping inside it by her parents. Her brother obliged her wishes, locking her inside it; leaving her alone to explore her confinement and the new feelings stirred inside her. When Abby was in college she had performed in several plays where she had to be bound as part of the play and she found that each time she was bound she had the same feelings of when she had slept in the cage and began to explore those feelings.

Before graduation Abby had discovered her love of bondage and spent the last two years of school serving several masters and learning about self-bondage. After graduation she got hired by a large corporation making excellent money and giving her ample time to explore her secret passion. Abby had purchased a large home and began stocking it with everything that excited her from bondage furniture and dungeon equipment and every type of restraint she could find and adapted them to be used by herself. Abby spent every moment she was not at work bound in some way relishing her time bound and gagged roaming around her home sometimes desperately trying to free herself...