Night is a beautiful time for hunting, and Demian ran over and prepared in his head sexual dominating strategies once again while grabbing his beg. He was just about to leave the house but then he smiled his frozen thin smile walked back and shoved his own pair of handcuffs and a sex black silk blindfold into his beg. he assumed he might use them tonight.
Demian shut the door and left his apartment. He drove right straight to ‘The Cage’. Demian got into the club’s bar. He was the bar manager as a part of one of the most deviant perverted working crews in New York. They were leading a scene of BDSM secret parties and one of the most dark and richest dance clubs in New-York City. the club served a wealthy secret society, they all were living a double life combining their usual social behavior mixed with hidden sexual dominatrix relations based on a complicated sexual hierarchy that were developed and designed over the time.
Inside The Cage club, the crew has their own private space in a big back room located just behind The Cage’s dance floor and guarded by a big guy that permitted entrance only to crew members, special honorable guests and obedient trained sex slaves.
The success of the cage in building a secret society was the psychological effective training techniques for reaching unconditional obedience of slaves. there, large amounts of money where passing hands in secret slaves auctions. For becoming an official property of the cage and becoming one of The Cage’s trained slaves you needed to be chosen out of many volunteers.
The Cage slaves fulfilled a fantasy when they signed the contract with The Cage’s owner, Master Voxic. Everyone in the scene adored the Master of The Cage. He was a handsome guy with a sweet smile and looked quite normal. While everyone wore outfits Master Voxic was going around with simple black jacket and pants but everyone knew who he was.
He based his powerful state when he totally mastered the manipulations needed to take charge over the whole community and put them under his unconditional authority. He was definitely one of the most dangerous minds, though no one could judge him wrong when the fact was that everyone that got trapped in his spider webs where getting there so willingly.
Demian went back to the crew’s backroom. He entered the big room that was Surrounded by 4 big prison cells in the corners, the cages were left unused at that early evening hour beside one. Near the walls were shelves covered by gothic and frightening quality restrainment instruments, whips, electric collar shockers, nipple clamps, dildos, small vibrators, ass plugs and all that is needed to induct pleasure or pain when needed. All the visitors of the cage knew that the action that occured In that cells manifested the true meaning of the place’s name - The Cage.
Master Voxic commanded two male servants to leash and bind two sexy moaning dark girls. The girls legs were tied and they were leashed by collars that were attached to the floor by a metal ring connected by a thick and heavy metal chain. bound infront of each other; the girls were forced to look on each other. Their hair was in a tight pony tale that was tied tightly to the back of their thick black leather belt. Their hands were tied to the bars on the ceiling and were stretched up until the stretch was so untenable that you could feel uncomfortable only by looking at that sexual obedience art work.
Demian watched as the game began. He was already familiar with most of Voxic’s training methods but he was enjoying again again every time he saw his master’s tradiitional acts on action. he was just a perfect performer, Voxic was so charismatic that Demian’s breath was gasped again and again every time he observed that magic work. Voxic commanded the two male servants to whip the girls at the same time on a constant slow rhythm.
The girls were commanded to shout together out loud the number of the whip stroke they reached. The male servants acted by a known rule. As long as the poor whipped girl kept on shouting the numbers, the servant must keep on whipping her ass. The first girl that will give up on shouting the count will lose the game. The loser serves the winner for one whole week. Both girls signed their names in advance infront of The Cage’s Master on an official contract of the secret society and committed to obey the mastery determination process that was represented by the results of that painful unpleasant contest.
Demian smiled his frozen smile when after only 15 strokes one of the girls stopped shouting the numbers and started crying acknowledging her loss and defeat. The two male servants unbound the winner. Demian knew she was supposed to celebrate her winning by a traditional act and symbolizing her domination on the loser pussy that was crying helplessly in her bounds.
Voxic The Cage’s master announced Clara as the winner. Clara is a black thin girl with extremely wide pair of thick lips, round big stiff ass chicks and over sized unnatural silicon tits she was stirring proudly as she walked toward her new property that looked very similar to Clara, they looked like a pair of sexy twins from hell. Clara fixed a high stool just in front of her new slave girl’s face and kneeled over on top of it facing back her slave. Clara’s ass was just in front of the slave face when the ritual act began.
The slave licked and kissed the winners whipped ass, Clara enjoyed as the male servants helped by pushing the slave’s face deeper into Clara’s ass hole. Clara was comforting the feeling of pain and humiliation she just passed by cooling down her burning ass with her new slaves buried tongue. Clara started moaning as the male servants commanded the slave to shove her tongue deeper inside her ass. That felt really good and Clara was getting more and more excited. Her slave inhaled desperately every time she could find a brief moment to breath, just to find herself once again breathless, with her mouth and nose burried deeply in Clara’s ass hole.
Only when her poor slave girl almost fainted Miss. Clara was satisfied . The male servant passed Clara a collar intended to serve as her ownership sign over her slave. The collar was thick, heavy and black. Clara’s name was written on it and she leashed her slave with the collar so everyone will know that the leashed helpless girl is now her own private property.
The last phase of the ritual was taking place when finally Clara stated the new name she gave to her slave as Shaja. By the rules and tradition of the cage poor Shaja lost her old identity and was forced by her agreement for a new identity given to her by her owner Mistress Clara.
Clara started acting as her slave’s mistress from the first moment. When Shaja was still tied up standing on both legs with her ass sticking up and hands tied up to the bars on the wall up and behind her back. her beck erected straight forward and her tits hanged heavily beneath her.
Clara picked up two nipple clamps and attached them to her slaves tits and tweaked her nipples without mercy. Shaja cried helplessly and when Clara tilted each clamp the sobbing crying became loud thin shouts followed by Clara’s mean laughter. Clara held Shaja’s face with a hard grip, “You are mine, and you will not enjoy this”.
Shaja was totally frightened and regretted the day she signed on that horrible competition, but now she knew it was too late. If she will not keep her word she will be banished forever from The Cage and by that from all her friends and the people she knew. Shaja didn’t wanted to be left alone, she was still glad to be there in a safe place, truly protected from the dangers of the outside world.
Shaja decided to stay in her position, she was becoming an obedient dirty slave. Shaja faced the fact that now she is totally helpless and she assumed that this was her natural place. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sharp unexpected pain she experienced while her ass hole was being pierved sharply and brutally by a huge oiled black fat ass plug.
Just as the shout escaped Jasha’s mouth Claras palm lended on her slaves face, slapping her with a swift movement accompanied by a sharp tone. As her hand landed on Jasha’s face Clara commanded “Say Thank You”. Jasha cried “Thank You” out loud, hoping the painful set of surprises will stop. Well it didn’t worked the way she assumed. Clara’s palm slapped her again and this time harder, “Say Thank you Mistress you stupid whore”. Jasha cried helplessly and lost control over her trembling body, the ropes held her in place when Clara slapped her again. This time Jasha got back to herself and cried out loud “Thank you Mistress! Thank you Mistress!”.
Clara asked “Who are you?”. Jasha answered “I am your slave Jasha!”. the slap was soon again on Jashas face and that time she already understood and shouted “I am your slave and my name is Jasha Mistress. I am yours Mistress, I am your private property. you own me mistress”. “That’s better”, said Clara smiling and petting her slave’s hair, “good girl. Now we will let you go but that plug stays in your ass through this evening, do you understand?”, “Yes Mistress”, Jasha agreed while her mistress suddenly unplugged the clamps from her nipples. Poor Jasha Shouted surprisingly out loud again and was forced to thank her mistress for experiencing the torture.
After she got released from her bondage Jasha fell helplessly to the floor, she felt no power left in he sore body. “Stand up and stop whining” Said clara and helped her slave to stand. When Jasha stood up she felt the big fat round plug moving inside her anus with every movement she made. The uncomfortable stretch inside her ass reminded her the new humiliated state.
Shaja was a sexy humiliated slut with huge sore tits and she felt like one in every cell of her body. “Just let go into this” thought Jasha while trying to quiet her sobbings. After the male servants released her from the ropes connected to the floor of and the ceiling, Her hands were still tied behind her back, only now resting on her painful ass. And just when her tears dried, the sound of Clara spitting on her face followed by her face becoming wet again by saliva.
Jasha couldn’t control herself, she felt so humiliated, she never guessed it will feel like this. when she was fantasizing of being controlled she never assumed she will be so despised and humiliated, she started to cry again. The sharp tone of a slap followed immediately with Clara’s command “Shut up bitch. Who are you?”. Jasha stopped crying and said again “I’m your slave mistress, I am yours and you can do whatever you want with me. I am your slave my mistress”. “And you should be glad for that”, said Clara laughing, “I give a pity for you because you are such a low life. I am giving you a great honor you do not deserve you filthy cunt. You do not worth to be called a slave even, you are not a good slave. you don’t know how to behave, but with my efforts you will be obedient and act properly”. “Thank you for training me Mistress”, said Jasha whipping softly.
“Don’t cry!” shouted Clara and slapped Jashas face again with an angry slap. Jasha stopped crying and her face became perfectly still without any sign for emotion. “Good slave girl, now you are becoming the slut you are intended to be. Stand perfectly still”, commanded Clara while playing and circling the plug inside Jasha’s ass with broad circular movements. “Stand perfectly still”, repeated Clara to her slave and started to probe her pussy with her other hand while keeping on circling the plug in her slut’s ass hole.
Jasha’s inner world was on fire, she was so confused. She experienced the wrath of her new owner until eventually brought her to a new state. She didn’t expressed herself anymore, she was doing what she was told while accepting the fact of being totally helpless. Her ass still felt sore from the whippings, Her cheeks still carried the humiliation of the slaps while the large movements of the plug inside her ass made her want to shake and jump. but she knew that being obedient is necessary so she stood still and bitten her lip so hard till a drop of blood poured down on her chin.
Clara was smiling. She grabbed her slave’s face in a tight grip with one hand and wiped the blood drop from Jasha’s chin with the other hand. Clara’s grip was holding Jasha’s chicks tight and forced her lips to wobble. The pressure resulted more blood droops drilling down from Jasha’s lip and Clara collected all the red pouring liquid with her finger. Clara used her blood painted finger for smearing the blood on her slave’s lips. “What a sexy lipstick” said Clara while laughing at her humiliated slave and slapping her tits painfully. This time Jasha kept standing still. “Very good”, said Clara and rubbed her slave’s clit, Clara noticed that her slave was totally wet. “Do you like that slave girl?” asked Clara. “Yes Mistress, I love it”, said Jasha. This time Jasha was satisfied, her slave voice was honest.
The male servant brought Clara new latex clothes for her and her slave. Clara observed the sexy outfit and started to dress while asking the male servants to untie her slaves palms. Clara commanded Jasha to put the tight panties above the ass plug that was buried in her ass. Clara used the special lock of the chastity belt style panties to ensure the plug will keep on widening her slave’s ass hole throughout the evening without an option for her to take out by herself. Jasha needed her Mistress approval, her ass was no longer hers.
Mistress Clara looked at Jasha, when their eyes matched Jasha took her eyes down immediately. “You are a sexy slut Jasha, my slave”, said Clara and pinched Jasha’s clit aggressively. “Thank you mistress” Said Jasha and moaned with pleasure. Clara pinched harder and Jasha froze, fighting the sharp pleasurable pain. She got into such a stress that she found herself stretching her feet up until standing on her toes. She felt her ass contracts on the plug from the stress in her body, it felt really good, Jasha cummed forcefully. Mistress Clara enjoyed the scene and slapped her slave’s pussy while the orgasm increased. Something in Jasha changed forever, from that moment all she wanted was to achieve again an orgasm as pleasurable as that. She suddenly loved the humiliation and pain. She adored Clara and gazed her as her adorable goddess.